not exactly my cup of tea
with a roving eye, baby on my knee
And if I cast a longing look,
at a lovely lady passing by
Say my daughter pokes my ribs
and says that she will black my eyes
You know the man who planned this tour,
Take it from the last refrain
Oh, that's what the blues man said
Oh, we're out here playing music
Getting twisted in the head
So you wake up in the afternoon
Wonder if you're alive or dead
To the stranger sleeping in your bed
You know the man who planned this tour
Take it from the last refrain
We get higher and higher,
Higher and higher, higher, higher
If you keep on going make
You know the man who planned this tour
Takin' from the last refrain
Higher and higher, higher, higher, higher
And higher, higher, higher, higher
people don't make me a liar