- Although my papa had a taste for jokes that were not funny at all
- For sure mama was a bit off the wall too ’cause she fell in love anyway
- They gave me the care necessary, I was held in a fond embrace
- I got 10 toes and a tiny nose in the middle of my face
- But somehow in my baby shower
- Papa gave his old blue genes to me
- My heart didn’t choose its clothes and shoes
- And I wish mama had told him he had a bad taste for that too
- Although they didn’t make me charming and quite as cool as I should be, I guess
- For sure I aroused some interest and soon was in my baby’s arms
- I know he tried hard to love me yet he never could take my blue genes off
- They washed out eventually on his mood and my baby had enough
- But down the line, please bear in mind
- Since I was born, ‘got those blue genes, baby
- I didn’t choose to have the blues
- And I wish I could just break up with them too
- Although my genes clash with my smile, my taste for fun and zest for life
- For sure they match my sad blue eyes, ah if only these could hide what I hold inside
- Did I grow into those blue genes ? Tell me no…
- I do all that I can to cover them up, you know…
- Dear papa, with all due respect, couldn’t you have given me some blue blood instead ?
- Now I’m stuck with those blue genes, trust me
- If I could choose I’d have refused
- They make me wish, deep down, they make me wish, deep down, they make me wish to vanish into the blue
- Into the blue
- Into the blue
