Our repertoire consisted of rhythm and blues, sort of country rhythm and blues, Sonny Terry things.
Great American union rules with a fist, a smile, and a gun. Great American napalm lights up the sky like the sun.
Come and love me, be my apeman girl, and we will be so happy in my apeman world.
Accept your life and what it brings, I know tomorrow you find better things.
How was I conceived? Was it love, was I meant, or was I just an accident?
Hey, is that you Elvis? I wanna speak to the Colonel. Jump to it, you mother.