Jimi Hendrix — Mr. Bad Luck

Look over yonder, here come the blues The thirteenth of any time, just like a fool A double-breasted green and red polka-dot coat Playing the violin, hittin' wrong notes Wow! Look over yonder, he's coming my way When he's around, I never have a happy day He gives me bad luck by rubbin' his wing See that? I just broke a guitar string D'aww... Ow! [Break] Wow! Look over yonder, he's smiling at my babe Now she says she's gonna leave me here today I don't need bad luck like uh, him hanging around He's knockin' on my door, now my house is burnin' down Crackle, crackle Pop, pop Wow! Look over yonder, this is the end He's just now saying he wants to be my friend When he's around, I can't do nothing right He's got me wearing shades in the middle of the night Look over yonder, yeah Look over yonder, baby Got to get away, get away from here Ow! Look over yonder, yeah Look over yonder, baby Got to, got to look over yonder Yeah Look over yonder Where's my shotgun so I can blow this fool away? Get away, brother! Ow, look over yonder, baby! Yeah! Look over yonder! Look over yonder, baby Look over yonder! Yeah, yeah