I Shot My Manager

Hi boys and girls
We're Sportivo and we're going to sing about money
G-I-B-S-O-N
Guitars on my T-shirt
I play the blues and I think I've got
The most expensive Firebird

When Mayall plays the blues
I feel like cryin' too
It's so easy anyone can do
Hum fa fa fa fa hum fa fa fa
Hum fa fa fa fa hum fa fa fa

E-A-B is what I play
I pick the blues at sessions
I'm losing hundreds fans a day
I'm a stoned musician

When Eric played the blues
He went back to his roots
He realized six golden rules
Six, five, four, three, two
One, Lose a leg
Two, Don't stay white
Three, Remember blues is black
Four, Go blind
Five, Try to see
Six, A lot of misery

I shot my manager
Cause he used to keep my royalties
Hey record company
Wanna have a hit like Bob Marley

Misery, Misery
So get a gun and do it
Blues in F forget it
Reggae tune that's it
Money in your pocket

When Eric played the blues
He went back to his roots
He realized six golden rules
Six, five, four, three, two
(Hum fa fa fa fa hum fa fa fa)
One, Lose a leg
Two, Don't stay white
Three, Remember blues is black
Four, Go blind
Five, Try to see
Six, A lot of misery

One, Lose a leg
Two, Don't stay white
Three, Remember blues is black
Four, Go blind
Five, Try to see
Six, A lot of misery