Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flavor , by - The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion. Song from the album Controversial Negro, in the genre БлюзRelease date: 28.08.2010
Record label: Shove
Song language: English
Flavor |
| Aright, I’d like to dedicate this song to Mr. Gerard Cosloy |
| Lead singer of the rock group Envelope |
| Walking down Avenue B |
| Crazy |
| Man, how he |
| Think about a sound |
| Way back |
| Blues |
| Well, Ida Red |
| You got the taste |
| Explosion man |
| He got the flavor |
| No history |
| Don’t got to know |
| Well, Ida Red |
| It takes you there |
| You got to know |
| I tell you the blues |
| It start the feeling |
| You got the flavor |
| Well, Ida Red, it tastes like this |
| I don’t got the tongue |
| Nobody do |
| Well, Ida Red |
| Woman of love |
| The girls will tell ya |
| I get down, babe |
| You can’t be cooler |
| No rock ‘n' roller |
| Well, Ida Red, she got the flavor |
| A long time ago |
| There was a king |
| Jumped over the wall |
| In Africa |
| I came on home |
| I play it interstate |
| My baby crazy |
| She got the taste |
| Sinful |
| You got the flavor |
| You got the flavor |
| You got the flavor |
| You got the flavor |
| It tastes of this |
| It tastes of that |
| It tastes of this |
| Like that |
| Damn |
| Damn |
| Punk ass mother humper |
| Everybody scared |
| Oh, hey |
| People are crazy |
| Try something new |
| Way back |
| Yeah |
| Way back |
| Way back |
| Way back |
| Russell |
| Russell Simins |
| Judah |
| Mr Judah Bauer |
| Jon |
| The number one blues singer in the country |
| Blues Explosion! |
| Yeah, that’s right, we’re number one |
| Number one in Philadelphia |
| Number one in D. C |
| Number one in Chicago |
| Number one in Detroit |
| Number one in Austin |
| Huston, Dallas, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Seattle, Portland, Vancouver |
| We’re number one in New York City, Kansas City, Oklahoma City, Cincinnati, |
| Jackson Mississippi |
| I said the blues is number one |
| The blues is number one |
| Soul! |
| Feel so good about a piece of trash |
| Prefer it to drugs |
| Drink it from my glass |
| The worms are hungry |
| Looking for my guitar |
| White lightning |
| No fruit jar |
| I get juiced |
| From Africa to Spain |
| Ghetto blastin' the diamond lane |
| Fix my strings in the sycamore shade |
| Dig my grave with the silver spade |
| Makin' a list, I’m takin' requests |
| Flip 'em the blues outta your vest |
| Strictnine, hit 'em with the thud |
| Strip-mine goes the flood |
| When you dig up the past |
| The bones is just toys |
| Beat your fists through the static and the noise |
| ‘Cause I got the blues |
| And I can’t be satisfied |
| Get the blues |
| Gonna catch that train and ride |
| Yeah |
| Got it |
| That good? |
| Got it |
| All right |
| You want me to do one more? |
| You got the flavor |
| You want me to do one more? |
| You got the flavor |
| You got the flavor |
| You got the flavor |
| You got the flavor |
| You got the flavor |
| You got the flavor |