All right, come on now



Well it's Sunday afternoon

I'm sitting in my living room

And I'm stung by love

Baby, don't care about me



She got a place on the North End Road

I been around, the curtains were closed

And I'm stung by love, stung by love

Baby, don't care about me



I got the growing man blues

Can't get it on the National Health

I got the growing man blues

Guess I'll have to get it myself



Come on, all right

Yeah yeah



Well, I follow her around

She means another [Incomprehensible]

And I'm stung by love

Baby, don't care about me



I'm shy [Incomprehensible]

It's about eleven when she turns off the light

And I'm stung by love, stung by love

Baby, don't care about me



I got the growing man blues

Can't get it on the National Health

I got the growing man blues

Guess I'll have to get it myself



Yeah oh no yeah hey hey oh yeah oh

Oh all right, yeah



He's got the growing man blues

Can't get it on the National Health

I got the growing man blues

Guess I'll have to get it myself, all right