Booker T's at the front door   Saying it's time to go   Coltrane's at the mother blues tonight   63rd to southshore   We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo   Ain't no way they let us play, but then   they might      Fourteen years not a one day more, yeah   Struttin' my stuff up and down the floor   Haven't you heard this groove before?      Chorus 1:   Ba da bop ba dee-ah ba dee-ah   Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay   I'll never lose chicago blues   Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay      We tried to be cool, yeah   Flat tops up stove-pipes down   Finding out the good stuff   You never gonna learn in school   Comes easy in this part of town      I brought my sticks, we're sittin' in, all night   Better be quick, gotta hold on tight   It's gonna be a real jam down delight      Chorus 2:   Ba da bop ba dee-ah ba dee-ah   Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay   I'll never lose chicago blues   Send that drummer home and   let me play (repeat)      Ba da bop ba dee-ah ba dee-ah   Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay   Ee-yay ee-yeay ee-yay ee-yay   Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay      Ba dee-ah ba dee-ah   Ee-yay ee-yeay ee-yay ee-yay   Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay