Go down a ways, I'm loaded as hell Too drunk to ride home, that's easy to tell So I walk to the train, works just as well Might do some good to sit down for a spell She was no angel nor was she a diamond But sure she was perfect for a place and time No I can't say she loved me, I can't say I was her only But what I know now is that she's doin' fine I'm tired of love I'm tired of the little things Who are you to blame? I'm tired of paying My dues like they're taxes Who are you to blame? Tell you about a hill under the Brooklyn Bridge I tend to end up down there with a case of the spins See it's always in the mornin' just before the Sun breaks There's something about the tugboats when the hour's late You see tugboats don't get tired they just have to go slow But ain't that the way you pull a heavy load? Yeah they purr and they putter, that's what they're made to do Down and ahead until the labor's through I'm tired of love I'm tired of the little things Who are you to blame? I'm tired of paying My dues like they're taxes Who are you to blame?