I hear you whining on the radio 
I see you whining on 
TV Maybe your mother made you cut the lawn 
Maybe she made you eat your greens 
There's a million ways to sing the blues 
And this ain't one of them 
But I guess 
I'd have to be in your shoes 
To really understand, yeah 
If I were you 
I'd probably to get away 
Find a quiet place to run 
Maybe realize it's just a phase 
While you're lying in the sun 
There's a million ways to sing the blues 
And this ain't one of them 
But I guess 
I'd have to be in your shoes 
To really understand, oh 
Don't want to hear you cry 
Don't want to hear you pout 
Don't really want to know 
What it's all about 
There's a million ways to sing the blues 
And this ain't one of them 
But I guess 
I'd have to be in your shoes 
To really understand 
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Na na-na na-na na-na 
Na na-na na-na na-na-na-na 
Na na-na na-na na