Howard Hughes’ Blues

Let me sing you a song about Vegas town and poor old Howard Hughes
Locked up there in his hotel suite trying to find his shoes
He's got so much to lose…
Poor old Howard Hughes and all his blues

The nurses and the chauffeurs stand around and sigh
They mop the floors and wait on him, whatever's on his mind
And that's a hell of a lot to do…
Just to guard old Howard Hughes and all his blues

And if he didn't have a nickel
If he didn't have a dime
He could do whatever he damn well please
He could do it all the time
But success is just a mess of overdues…
Poor old Howard Hughes and all his blues

Well he's always in the papers and he's always on the news
But no one knows whose Hughes are who's or even what's the truth
And who is getting screwed…
On account of old Howard Hughes and all his blues

Way down yonder on the Vegas strip where the regular people pass
Someone said he's not too well, I fear he's fading fast
But those are unofficial sources to the news…
Of poor old Howard Hughes and all his blues

And if he didn't have a nickel
If he didn't have a dime
He could do whatever he damn well please
He could do it all the time
Success is just a mess of overdues…
For old Howard Hughes and all his blues

Oh Marty made the movie, but you know it was awful long
And I don't have all that much time so I thought I'd just sing this song
Gotta get me in a few licks too…
On account of old Howard Hughes and all his blues

And if he didn't have a nickel
If he didn't have a dime
He could do whatever he damn well please
He could do it all the time
But success is just a mess of overdues…
For old Howard Hughes and all his blues

And if he didn't have a nickel
If he didn't have a dime
He could do whatever he damn well please
He could do it all the time
But success is just a mess of overdues…
For old Howard Hughes and all his blues