Can't find no sleeves for my records
  Can't get no laces for my shoes
  Can't get no fancy notes
  On my blue guitar
  Can't get no antidote for blues
  Can't find the reasons for your actions
  Or I don't much like the reasoning you use
  Somehow your motives are impure
  Or somehow I can't find the cure
  Can't find no antidote for blues
  They say it's mostly vanity
  That writes the plays we act
  They tell me that's what everybody knows
  There's no such thing as sanity
  And that's the sanest fact
  That's the way the story goes
  Can't get no remedy on my TV
  There's nothing but the same old news
  They can't find a way to be
  One world in harmony
  Can't get no antidote for blues