| Booker T’s at the front door saying it’s time to go
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| Coltrane’s at the Mother Blues tonight
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| 63rd to South Shore
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| We’re cruising in the Dyna-Flo
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| Ain’t no way they’ll let us play, but then, they might
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| Fourteen years, not a one day more, yeah
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| Struttin' my stuff up and down the floor
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| Haven’t you heard this groove before?
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| Ba da bop ba di-ya ba di-ya
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| Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
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| I’ll never lose Chicago blues
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| Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
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| We tried to be cool, ooo, yeah
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| Flat tops up, stove-pipes down
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| Finding out the good stuff
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| You never gonna learn in school
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| Comes easy in this part of town
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| I brought my sticks, we’re sittin' in all night
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| Better be quick, gotta hold on tight
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| It’s gonna be a real jam down delight
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| Ba da bop ba di-ya ba di-ya
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| Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
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| I’ll never lose Chicago blues
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| Send that drummer home and
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| Let me play
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| Ba da bop ba di-ya ba di-ya
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| Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
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| Ee-yay ee-yeay ee-yay ee-yay
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| Send that drummer home and
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| Let me play
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| Ba di-ya ba di-ya
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| Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
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| Ee-yay ee-yeay ee-yay ee-yay
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| Send that drummer home and
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| Let me play
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| Ba da bop ba di-ya ba di-ya
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| Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
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| Ee-yay ee-yeay ee-yay ee-yay
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| Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay |