Mark+Woodforde's+Blues

Mark Woodforde’s Blues © 1992 (Written 28/2/1992)
If this year was a fish, I’d throw it back in the sea I’m stranded and I’m drifting and all I’ve caught is weeds Oh tell me baby what can I do I’m just waiting for my ship to come in with its cargo of you

If this year was a house I’d have to have to have it condemned My roof is lifting off and my walls are sagging in Oh tell me darlin have you got support to lend I’m just waiting for you to lift me right back up again

If this year was a rocket it would be lost in space Floating through the stratosphere without a radar trace Oh tell me baby am I an alien race? I’m just waiting for my signal to find you at my launching place

If this year was a dog it should be quarantined Washed off done and dusted and sprayed for mange and fleas Oh tell me baby am I so diseased? I’m just waiting for you to take me in and rest my head upon your knee

If this year was a car it would be up on blocks My engine barely turning like it was chewing up rocks Oh tell me baby won’t you give me a tune I’m just sitting getting rusty waiting for a service from you

Well Mark Woodforde’s got the blues and he don’t know what to do He only made one million dollars when he really wanted two Oh I can tell you darlin, I’d really like that too But I’d be happy with just one twenty if you’d come and let me spend it on you