Who, who am I to be blue?
Looking my family and fortune
Looking my friends and my house

Who, who am I to feel dead?
And, who am I to feel spent?
Looking my health and my money

And where, where do I go to feel good?
Why do I still look outside me
When clearly I've seen it won't work?

Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable?
Is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire?
And my generosity has me disabled by this
My sense of du - ty to off - er

And why, why do I feel so ungrateful?
Me who is far beyond survival
Me who's seen life as an oyster

Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable?
Is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire?
And my generousity has me disabled by this
My sense of du - ty to off - er

And how, how dare I rest on my laurels?
How dare I ignore an outstretched hand?
How dare I ignore a third world country?

Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable?
Is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire?
And my generousity has me disabled by this
My sense of du - ty to off - er

Who, who am I to be blue?