Your blues are yours to lose

[Verse 1]
You say you’ve got the blues today?
Well how’dya spect to feel right now
when all you did was drink last night
to play the fool and lose your bets
[Chorus]
You’ve got no leg to stand on now
It’s all your fault; you know I’m right
You mess things up and tear ‘em down
until thain’t nuttin’ left but blues.
[Trash talk: Shit, he’s got the blues all the time.]
[Verse 2]
You lay around and loaf all day
and then complain you’ve got no bread
Well how the hell do you expect 
to buy your grub and pay your rent?
[Trash talk: He comes calling me dinner every night. Hell, he sleeps on my doorstep. He’s got it all figured out.]
[Verse 3]
Well it ain’t cool to spend your pay
to try and beat a house of cards
that always wins and leaves you broke,
but you won’t learn, I know you won’t.
[Trash talk: He’ll have to go back to school for that.]
[Bridge]
The blues will chase you till you’re dead
unless you get it in your head
that luck won’t ever pay the bills 
or keep you under your own roof.
[Trash talk: Hey man, what you gonna do when repo comes calling?]
[Verse 4]
The blues you’ve got keep calling you
but you don’t have to answer them
If you wised up, they’d go away
and take the grief they love to stir.
[Trash talk: Wise up? Do you know him? Shit, he ain’t like that.]
[Chorus]
You’ve got no leg to stand on now
It’s all your fault; you know I’m right
You mess things up and tear ‘em down
until thain’t nuttin’ left but blues.
[Scat singing]
[Outro]
You shake your fist at everything
but give up easy to the blues
when all you need is what you have
before you throw it all away.

Turn this high-end jazz piece into a Duke Ellington stomp for solo piano, full of swing and jazz, male