Here's a little ditty 'bout Screamin Blue Jillions
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It was a stormy night there was a cyclone comin'
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In a back street shack was a young boy strummin'
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Born and raised in the Texas sand
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Every thing he wore was second-hand
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The life he lived was a cryin' shame.
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So that very night he changed his name
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He grabbed the cyclone with his hands.
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That was the start of a hurricane band.
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(Bass and Drums and a Guitar hail
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Keyboard clickin his fingernails)
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Come on baby, baby clap your hands
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I know he needs your lovin' don't you understand
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Come on baby, baby clap your hands
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Shake it, shake it any way you can
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Here come Blue like hell on wheels
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Tryin' anything just to feel the feel
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Love is the medicine that moves his soul
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He gets his kicks from rock and roll
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Look out baby its fixin to scream
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Blue Jillions rockin'to Smithereens
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Come on baby, baby clap your hands
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I know he needs your lovin' don't you understand
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Come on baby, baby clap your hands
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Shake it, shake it any way you can
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Screaming Blue Jillions
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| Ely Joe |
