| It was a stormy night there was a cyclone comin'
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| In a back street shack was a young boy strummin'
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| Born and raised in the Texas sand
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| Every thing he wore was second-hand
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| The life he lived was a cryin' shame
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| So that very night he changed his name
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| He grabbed the cyclone with his hands
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| That was the start of a hurricane band
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| (Bass and Drums and a Guitar hail
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| Keyboard clickin his fingernails)
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| Come on baby, baby clap your hands
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| I know he needs your lovin' don’t you understand
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| Come on baby, baby clap your hands
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| Shake it, shake it any way you can
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| Here come Blue like hell on wheels
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| Tryin' anything just to feel the feel
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| Love is the medicine that moves his soul
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| He gets his kicks from rock and roll
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| Look out baby its fixin to scream
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| Blue Jillions rockin’to Smithereens
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| Come on baby, baby clap your hands
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| I know he needs your lovin' don’t you understand
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| Come on baby, baby clap your hands
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| Shake it, shake it any way you can |