[Chorus] I got the tattoos blues, the tattoos blues I shoulda thought things through first My tattoos are blue, I got the tattoos blues But hey I got no regerts
So you're feeling creative and a bit illustrative And wondering just what to do Well march yourself down to the parlour around The next corner and get a tattoo
Your options are endless, just have the apprentice Show his previous work Get yourself an eyepopper, a real job stopper Sit down in the chair, you poor jerk
For a scratcher with talent the rainbow's your palette Any colour or shade, any hue And until you are dead your art will turn heads And eventually also turn blue
[Chorus] I got the tattoos blues, the tattoos blues I shoulda thought things through first My tattoos are blue, I got the tattoos blues But hey I got no regerts
Get an armband that's tribal, but remember it's final Or a yin or a yang on your wrist Maybe a stamp on the small of your back Or ‘True Love' or ‘Hard Luck' on your fists
Full sleeve or just ankled or fully star spangled With the flag bursting out from your hide Or in some kind of cursive that's vaguely subversive Get the date that your great uncle died
Get ‘Sabbath' or ‘Slayer' or the lines from a prayer Or your telephone area code Get a tear by your eye and make it look like you're cryin' About spider webs on your elbows
Get the names of old lovers entirely covered With a badly drawn sketch of your kids Or get a shamrock, Fitzkelly or your hood cross your belly In gothic, illegible script
Get a character, Asian, mistakenly blazin' A message that ain't what you think ‘Cause they swore it meant ‘Knowledge' but really says ‘Olives' Forever in permanent ink
[Chorus] I got the tattoos blues, the tattoos blues I shoulda thought things through first My tattoos are blue, I got the tattoos blues But hey I got no regerts
Well if you're still thinkin' you really need inkin' Just be sure what it is that they're sellin' ‘Cause with it you're stuck and you're plumb out of luck If they don't get it right with the spellin'
‘Cause it's R before E except after three In the morning and you picked the wrong artist If he's open that late the chances are great You were drunk and he wasn't the smartest
But you've given your future to this ignorant butcher So when he's carved you up with the gun Send a few words to heaven, take a deep breath And then look in the mirror when he's done
‘Cause the needle it stings but I'll tell you the thing That over the years really hurts Is when you go to view your brand new tattoo And to your horror it reads 'No Regerts'Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
