Can't get no sleeves for my records
Can't get no laces for my shoes
Can't get no fancy notes
On my blue guitar

I can't get no antidote for blues
Oh yeah, blues

I can't find the reasons for your actions
I don't much like the reasoning you use
Somehow your motives are impure
Somehow I can't find the cure
Can't get no antidote for blues
Oh yeah, blues

They say it's mostly vanity
That writes the plays we act
They tell me that's what everybody knows
There's no such thing as sanity
And that's the sanest fact
That's the way the story goes
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Ooh

Can't get no remedy on my TV
It's nothing but the same old news
Well, they can't find a way to be
One world in harmony
Can't get no antidote for blues
Oh yeah, blues
Blues
Yeah, yeah
Blues
Alright

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Mark Knopfler