Booker t's at the front door
saying it's time to go
coltrane's at the mother blues tonight
63rd to southshore
we're cruising in the dyna-flo
ain't no way they let us play, but then
they might
Fourteen years not a one day more, yeah
struttin' my stuff up and down the floor
haven't you heard this groove before?
Chorus 1:
ba da bop ba dee-ah ba dee-ah
ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
i'll never lose chicago blues
ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
We tried to be cool, yeah
flat tops up stove-pipes down
finding out the good stuff
you never gonna learn in school
comes easy in this part of town
I brought my sticks, we're sittin' in, all night
better be quick, gotta hold on tight
it's gonna be a real jam down delight
Chorus 2:
ba da bop ba dee-ah ba dee-ah
ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
i'll never lose chicago blues
send that drummer home and
let me play (repeat)
Ba da bop ba dee-ah ba dee-ah
ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
ee-yay ee-yeay ee-yay ee-yay
ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
Ba dee-ah ba dee-ah
ee-yay ee-yeay ee-yay ee-yay
ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay