You're always wearin' somethin' Upon your lapel So what if that ain't cool these days You wear it well The day that you left L.A. I felt so alone Standing in the airport Longing to go home You, you You never sing the blues You You always bring good news I wanna be your lover And I wanna be your friend It seems that that for the price of one You get the both of them I don't know how you do it I sometimes wanna pick your brain You know that you're half crazy But you say that you're half sane You, you You never sing the blues You You always bring good news