Matt Minglewood - High Society Kind lyrics

Amsterdam was a bummer, I dreamed of you every night Morocco was a drag, cause you weren't there On my way to London, I missed my champagne flight When I arrived, my chauffeur wasn't there I called you up from Paris but I did not find you in My cherries jubilee tasted mighty bland On the flight from Stockholm city, I spilled my Chivas Regal How I get these blues is easy to understand When I awoke I found out I was only dreaming But if I have to have the blues, I want the High Society kind Cause I was down on my luck, tired broke and screaming If I got to have the blues, I want the High Society kind When I got back home, my Cadillac wouldn't start Somebody ripped the top off my brand new jaguar My swimming pool is polluted; I am never going to be the same These High Society Blues are such a drag