(instrumental)
Blues in the bottle
Blues in the bottle
Where do you think
The cold wind from space
Is blowing in my face
God,
If you want to be a bird
Why don't you try
Don't you take me for no low down dog
Low down
When I seen you
I thought you were just there
But I
Oh, my oriental lady
You're as pretty as it's possible to
Take me back to Random Canyon
Where the gryphon's always riffin'
And
She's there at the bar every evening
Her lips and her
Fatty Daddy gotta favorite summertime treat.
Snappin', snappin' pussy.
Watchin'
Come along, sing with me
Sing a song of synergy
Find that
Your jelly roll ain't what it was, when I met
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