[instrumental]
Okay, Coconut man, Moon Heads and Pea You ready Seems like everybody's got a price, I wonder how they sleep at night. When the sale comes first, And
need guitar, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up I like that drum when it goes, boom tih-boom tih-boom Let's dance! What the weekend, what the night
I feel Wear my sunshades even in the night time Ride my woman in a Coupe de Ville I might want to rock Play the blues all night long I'm in this thing
the middle of a Charleston night, we ran into Jessica White And a little moonshine got us right plumb smack insane And we're comin' to your city Gonna play our guitars
're on your own Some of those moments There's just one thing that saved my life And as the sweet muse sent the music I held on to my guitar all night
Look over yonder, Apollo at a distance You can hear his music if you listen to the wind (blow) I want to be there - I want to be right there Bear witness
birds and the airplane Did fly Oh, Ravi Shankar's Music made me cry The who exploded Into fired light Hugh Masekelas music Was black as night Grateful
McCoom Mississipi about 1926 He moved to Chicago about 1938 Where his name was eventually changed To Bo Diddley He practiced the guitar everyday and sometimes into the night
say it's black Well you, know it's white You say it's day When you know it's night You'll say it's good Well you know, it's mean It the finest music
I'm sittin' in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one-night-stands, my suitcase and guitar at hand And every stop is neatly
I'm gonna buy you this and that, you hear your daddy sing. Then baby goes home to her flat to sleep all day. Good night, baby. Good night. Milkman's
find my happy I listen to the music from the AM radio You could hear the music on the AM radio You could hear the music on the AM radio I like pop
men and my guitar Hook: I'm stroking these guitar strings and stroking your body, Stroking these guitar strings and stroking your body, Stroking these guitar
without good music I need good music--Good good music It always feels so good to hear good music I know that I would die without good music I need good music
Guitar coming from a radio Always takes you where you wanna go (But with the music loud) (Your life gets better somehow) All right play that song again All night
love, tainted love Real love, true love Tainted love Think of her think of me, think about us it's a intimacy I'm tryin' to strum like guitars in this
good farm and a level head A heart of gold and the bible read No satellite dish for his T.V. set And he ain't on line with the internet He says guitar music
