(piano noodling, sounding like Sad Girl) (drum machine noodling, w/ Mike, Murray & Jian discussing studio issues) (Mike speaking) A lot of... (Murray
you I lived in the blackest house with seven pure white cats The bleak eyed look of every day hidden deep inside my hat The notes on the piano now remind
letter (Your letter, your letter) Catch up! (Catch up) Cats and kittens (Cats and kittens) Don't get left behind (Don't get left behind) Catch up (Catch up) Cats and kittens (Cats
phoned and sent an airmail special too Your answer was goodbye and there was even postage due I fell in love just once - it had to be with you Everything happens to me. [piano
2:39 Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee Williamson) (Robert Brown) John Lee Williamson - vocal and harmonica Chicago December 11, 1941 with Blind John Davis - piano
It's an offer, you can never refuse We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that piano And this great big band, bringing up the rear All the band cats
is asleep And he wakes to find the fire's dead And arrows in his hats And davy crockett rides around And says it's cool for cats (cool for cats...)
happen Lost in captivity, imagine me happily clappin Big barrels, heavy ammo, man the mammal Packed in commando, rapidly practice supreno Crack my fingers on pianos
Way down in New Orleans everythings fine All them cats just drinkin' that wine Drinkin' that mess is sure delight When they get slop drunk they sing all
gonna scream What's the point? I wonder why. Janis' solo continued: My, my, my, my, my people you should know - these cats'll never get no relief Turvy
. So many strategies is stuck in my mind. I need to find me a couch, or a sofa or something cause yo I'm tired of running, tiresome cats just keep
homie... neva been wak homie I'm back homie... And I hold weight like I'm fat Tony Like a Soprano I stay with the ammo Push keys and make music but dont play the piano
When you're quiet but your eyes Are saying everything I need to know I want to burrow like a sparrow Dodging alley cats and whiskers Why do we talk in
Way down in New Orleans everythings fine All them cats just drinkin' that wine Drinkin' that mess is sure delight When they get slop drunk they sing
You better open up honey its your lover boy me that's a knockin' You better listen to me sugar all the cats are at the High School rockin' Honey get
Bout How The Got That Work How The Fuck U Niggaz Working When U Always At Work Boy Would Ya'll, I Ball, Like Them Cats At Rucker The Streets Is How I
I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" [HORNS] [drum roll] [piano keys played
and Angel put ten Karrots on your wrist, five on your ankle my whole angle, allow you in my triangle to shine and twinkle, eat steak off a platinum single these other cats