Biography:
John Edmund Andrew Phillips (August 30, 1935 – March 18, 2001), was an American singer, guitarist, and songwriter. Known as Papa John, Phillips was a member and leader of the singing group The Mamas & the Papas.
Phillips was born in Parris Island, South Carolina. His father was a retired United States Marine Corps officer who won an Oklahoma bar from another Marine in a poker game on the way home from France after World War I. His mother was a Cherokee Native his father met in Oklahoma.
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Mr. Blue
Intro:
Am G F
Yah yah yah, yah yah yah, yah yah yah (repeat)
G Am G F
Meet Mr. Blue, elegant Jew of New York City
Am G F
Ex-real estate man, sits on the can, always looks pretty
Am G F
And Miss Never-Say-Please, pink and white knees, favorite kitty
C Em F
Movie star queen fell off the screen, oh, what a pity
Diamonds and things, shiners and dings, powder-puff whore
And a backgammon king having a fling behind locked doors
It's just a sleepy-time binge, disposable syringe, there's never no more
With pin-ups and thugs, dealers and drugs, escaping the boys
Straighten your hair, powder your nose, little junkettes
Look down on the street, nobody knows about you yet
But you're pink as the rose pinned to your clothes, how I'd regret
Should your show, come to a close, as a vignette
Meet Mr. Blue
Shooting stars, they have fallen all around you
Where it is they all fall to, no one knows
Pretty soon I'm gonna shoot myself... up with you
Just to find out where it is that you go
Verse 1
by: José Duarte
[email protected]
Intro:
Am G F
Yah yah yah, yah yah yah, yah yah yah (repeat)
G Am G F
Meet Mr. Blue, elegant Jew of New York City
Am G F
Ex-real estate man, sits on the can, always looks pretty
Am G F
And Miss Never-Say-Please, pink and white knees, favorite kitty
C Em F
Movie star queen fell off the screen, oh, what a pity
Diamonds and things, shiners and dings, powder-puff whore
And a backgammon king having a fling behind locked doors
It's just a sleepy-time binge, disposable syringe, there's never no more
With pin-ups and thugs, dealers and drugs, escaping the boys
Straighten your hair, powder your nose, little junkettes
Look down on the street, nobody knows about you yet
But you're pink as the rose pinned to your clothes, how I'd regret
Should your show, come to a close, as a vignette
Meet Mr. Blue
Shooting stars, they have fallen all around you
Where it is they all fall to, no one knows
Pretty soon I'm gonna shoot myself... up with you
Just to find out where it is that you go
Verse 1
by: José Duarte
[email protected]
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