You can't write a novel from a briefcase
   You can write a poem from a trench
   you can dream a dream from A to B
   But you can't catch a bus from a bench
  
   You don't back a horse called Striding Snail
   You don't name your boat Titanic II
   So why when I see your happy smiling face
   Do I always end up singing Little Blue
  
   Refrain: Little Blue, how do you do
   Your smile looks lieke heaven, but your eyes hold a storm about to brew
   Little Blue
   How can a flower so pretty, be so laden down with dew
   Little Blue
  
   You can't build a brewery on a cemetery
   You can build a pub on a church
   And people fall quicker than buildings do
   You have to decide what comes first
  
   You don't call a plane the Flying Roman
   'Cause the Romans always walked and never flew
   So why when I see your happy smiling face
   Do I always end up singing Little Blue
  
   Refrain
  
   Well Bukowski wrote a story from barstool
   And Keats from the top of a hill
   So I'm going to save my special song for you
   From a grave where it's quiet and it's chill
  
   'Cause there's a queue of clouds assembled
   On the horizon of your smile
   Where most think that you're holding back
   I know you're holding bile
  
   Refrain
  
   How can a flower so beautiful
   Be so laden down with dew
   Little Blue