Lyric Nothing Ever Goes As Planned

Written by Dennis DeYoung
Lead Vocals by Dennis DeYoung

What cha going to do when the sun goes down tonight
You ll hit the same old clubs, rap that same old trash
That s right
You ve got them real silk shirts and them baggy pants
Dago shoes in the colors that match
But the girls are acting bored
And you re feeling like you re going to lose
You ve got the G.Q. Blues

You get up every morning and you go to work each day
(you go to work, you go to work, you go to work)
Been doing the same damn job for ten long years this May
(you ve got to work, you ve got to work, you ve got to work)
You ve been working and saving for your Jamaican dream
Paradise is waiting across the sea
But when your plane lands Montego turns to Monsoon
You ve got the Island Blues

Cause, nothing ever goes as planned
It s a hell of a notion
Even Pharaohs turn to sand
Like a drop in the ocean
You re so together and you act so civilized
But every time that things go wrong you re still surprised
You ve done your duty, you ve paid a fortune in dues
Still got those Mother Nature s Blues

I strut around the stage like a little king tonight
They ll scream for every word and every note, that s right
But when the show is over and I m all alone
Can t reach my baby on the telephone
And everywhere I look Mr. Loneliness is in the news
I ve got the Big Star Blues

Boy, nothing ever goes as planned
It s a hell of a notion
Even Pharaohs turn to sand
Like a drop in the ocean
I m so together and I act so civilized
But every time that things go wrong
I m still surprised
I ve done my duty and paid a fortune in dues
Still got them Mother Nature s Blues