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Word and Music by Yakoub 'John Lee Hooker' Islam
When I was just a baby,
My mumma turned to ice.
Now facial expressions confuse me
And I collect Victorian dice.
I've got the Bettelheim blues.
Rejection turned my brain to stew.
Some people think it's really true!
The Bruno Bettelheim blues.
When I was very tiny,
My mumma's heart turned cold.
Now fluorescent lamps disturb me
And I won't do as I'm told.
I've got the Bettelheim blues.
Rejection turned my brain to stew.
Some people think it's really true!
The Bruno Bettelheim blues.
When I was just a youngster,
My mumma chilled me out.
Now I stamp and scream and twitch
Whenever my routine's messed about!
I've got the Bettelheim blues.
Rejection turned my brain to stew.
Some people think it's really true!
The Bruno Bettelheim blues!
When I was still a baby,
My mumma's love ran dry.
Now the human race confounds me -
Do you know the reason why?
I've got the Bettelheim blues.
Rejection turned my brain to stew.
Some people think it's really true!
The Bruno Bettelheim blues!
I've got the Bettelheim blues,
That's why I can't make sense of you!
(But now I do feel a little better)
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