I make rock 'n' roll records. I sell 'em for a dime. I make my living and feed my children. All in good time. . The blues they go for a quarter. Guaranteed to satisfy.
Jump in woman now the jumpin' is right. I'm the kind of man don't sleep at night. Heart gets a-beatin' when a place sound funky. I gotta roll on Mama.
My woman, my woman, you know she cryin'. She keeps me hanging on a bottle of wine. She leaves no roads open, there ought to be a law. She puts me right down here.