Feel so good about a piece of trash
the birds are drunk, they´re drinking from a glass,
the worms are hungry, looking for my guitar,
white lightnin´ and old fruit jar

i get juiced from africa to spain
ghetto blastin´ down the lane,
the pigs flush trains and the sycamore shades
dig my grave with a silver spade,
makin´ a list, takin requests
ripping the blues out of the your vest
strychnine
hit it with a club, stripmine
you felt the plugs
when you dig up the path, the (?)
beat your fists through the static and noise
cause i got the blues, and i can´t be satisfied..
get the blues, gonna catch that train and ride..
{scream}
yeah
Jon Spencer: you got it!
is that good?
Jon Spencer: you got it!!

alright, sh-, lemme- you want me to do one more?
Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!
you want me to do one more?
Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!
you got the flavor
Jon Spencer: you got the flavor!
you got the flavor!