No Respect at the Blue Note Café

VERSE 1 I walked into the Blue Note, tryin’ to look real smooth, But the band stopped playin’ — said I ruined the groove. The waiter took one look and said, “Buddy, not today…” Even my shadow left a tip and tried to sneak away. PRE‑CHORUS I get no respect, not a drop, not a trace, Even my GPS says, “Find a better face.” CHORUS At the Blue Note Café, where the jazz cats play, I’m the punchline walkin’ in a cheap toupee. Got the Blues Brothers rhythm, but my luck’s off track — Even my reflection tries to give my mirror back. VERSE 2 A lady at the bar said, “Honey, buy me a drink.” I said, “Sure, what’ll it be?” She said, “Something strong… I think.” Then she looked me up and down, said, “Actually, make it two.” I said, “Why?” She said, “’Cause talkin’ to you ain’t easy to do.” PRE‑CHORUS I get no respect, man, I swear it’s a curse, Even my horoscope says, “It’s about to get worse.” CHORUS At the Blue Note Café, where the jazz cats play, I’m the punchline walkin’ in a cheap toupee. Got the Blues Brothers rhythm, but my luck’s off track — Even my reflection tries to give my mirror back. BRIDGE (spoken, Rodney‑style) “Lemme tell ya, folks… I tried to join the band — they said I’m too flat. I said, ‘Flat like my singing?’ They said, ‘No, flat like your hat.’ I get no respect! Even the saxophone told me to pipe down!” FINAL CHORUS At the Blue Note Café, where the jazz cats play, I’m the king of bad timing in a world of cliché. Got the Blues Brothers shuffle, but I’m still off beat — Even my own shoes tried to walk down the street. No respect… but hey, the groove’s still sweet.