Mr.E's Beautiful Blues

The smokestacks spittin' black soot into the sooty sky
the load on the road brings a tear to the indian's eye
the elephant won't forget what it's like inside his cage
the ringmaster's telecaster sings on an empty stage

uh-huh,god damn right,it's a beatiful day, uh-huh
god damn right, it's a beautiful day, uh-huh