Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song John Lee Hooker for President , by - Ry Cooder. Release date: 29.08.2011
Song language: English
John Lee Hooker for President |
| When I first came to town people, I was walkin' down Pennsylvania Avenue |
| I heard a lot people talking 'bout the White House |
| I decided I’d drop in there that night |
| And when I got there I said man what’s shakin' |
| They said look man you can’t come in here this where the President hang out |
| What you want |
| I said look man, I’m John Lee Hooker, I sing the blues |
| They said the President don’t have time for the blues |
| I said look man everybody got to have the blues sometime, don’t matter where |
| you from or where you at |
| I decided to make a run for President |
| I know everyone got the blues 'cause I’m in touch wilt 'em when I sing the |
| blues it’s my life |
| I got the number one record in Detroit right now |
| He’s called Boom Boom |
| It tells a tremendous story these lyrics are something else |
| Every time you hear Boom Boom, that’s a dollar change |
| I don’t need yo money 'cause I finance my own campaign |
| I ain’t for sale. |
| I keep a fat bankroll in my pocket baby, big as a hay bale… |
| I want everybody to know I’m strictly copastatic, I ain’t Republican or |
| Democratic |
| I got a new program for the nation |
| It’s gonna be groove time, a big sensation |
| Every man and woman gets one scotch, one bourbon and one beer, three times a |
| day if they stay cool |
| And little chillens gets milk, cream and alcohol, two times a day if they stay |
| involved in school |
| Now boogie chillen… |
| Now I want nine fine lookin' womens sittin' on the Supreme Court |
| Their big legs, their tight skirts drive me out of my mind |
| And when I need a judgment, they gonna give it to me right on time |
| They call me on the phone sayin' |
| Johnny, we disagree on which one of us you like best |
| I said honey, you all equally fine under the law |
| I’m sharp and up to date |
| Jimmy Reed, Vice President, Little Johnny Taylor, Secretary of State |
| I got the foreign policy numbers 444, domestic spending goin' up |
| Continental clothes, Stetson hats, everybody’s on the dance floor |
| All you back bilers and syndicators, hear what I say |
| I ain’t gonna stand for no trash talking and double dealin' |
| If I catch you messin' 'round the White House I might cut you, I might shoot |
| you, I just don’t know |
| And there’s one point I really want to prove |
| If you vote for John Lee Hooker you know you gonna groove |
| Don’t be fooled by the Republican, don’t pity the Democratie |
| Vote John Lee Hooker and everything gone be mellow, knocked out, copastatic |