Story Behind The Song
A swinging throwback to the jazz lounges of yesteryear--with a tissue in hand. Melodic, mellow, and mildly congested, this novelty gem blends silky crooner charm with sinus-soaked humor.
Song Description
A swinging throwback to the jazz lounges of yesteryear--with a tissue in hand. Melodic, mellow, and mildly congested, this novelty gem blends silky crooner charm with sinus-soaked humor.
| Song Length |
3:12 |
Genre |
Blues - General, Blues - Modern |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Miserable, Gloomy |
Subject |
Sadness |
| Language |
English |
Era |
1950 - 1959 |
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up this mornin', feelin' mighty low
Nose all clogged, can't get it to flow
Reached for a tissue, but the box was bare
Sinus pressure risin', life just ain't fair
[Chorus]
Oh, these early mornin' stuffy nose blues
Can't smell my coffee, can't lace my shoes
Eyes are waterin', head's in a vice
This congestion's got me payin' the price
[Verse 2]
Tried some steam, and I took a hot shower
But this blockage got some supernatural power
Neti pot's my weapon, but it's a losin' fight
Guess I'll be mouth-breathin' through the night
[Bridge]
Doctor says it's allergies, might be a cold
Either way, this misery's gettin' old
Pop a pill, hope for relief real soon
'Cause I'm wheezin' ballads to the tune of doom
[Chorus]
Yeah, these early mornin' stuffy nose blues
Can't taste my breakfast, got nothin' to lose
Dreamin' of the day I can breathe with ease
Till then, I'm wheezin' in the breeze
[Outro]
I just sneezed my cat clean off the bed
She shot me a glare as she shook her head
Now I'm sittin' solo, snifflin' the news
Still stuck singin' these stuffy nose blues