I can't sleep a wink, I can't eat a bite, I sit by the radio and listen each night.A fellow's right to date me, but I refuse, I've got the ruddy, burly blues.Whenever I hear his voice so divine, his pimples rotting up and down on my spine.I get a funny feeling that I can't lose, I've got the ruddy, burly blues.I wrote him for his picture, Rudy sent me three, I tacked them on the wall beneath the light.Oh yeah.Now I put his record on the phonograph, and I have television every night.I know I'm a fool, my life's all upset, but autographed pictures are all that I get.Won't somebody tell me how to lose those awful ruddy, burly blues?Oh yeah.I've got the ruddy, burly blues.I talked in my sleep, I yelled, Rudy dear.Grabbed hold of my sister, and I bit off her ear.Won't somebody tell me how to lose those awful, burly, burly blues.Tell me how to loseThose awful Rudy Valley bluesI've got those Rudy Valley bluesOh my