♫ Am I to break into the song like the blues man or troubadour. ♫ ♫ And then from long distance in no blues club am I to sing, ♫ ♫ baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. ♫ ♫ Should I now stop singing of love, ♫ ♫ now that my memory's surrounded by blood? ♫ ♫ Sister, why oh why do we at times mistake a pimple for a cancer? ♫