I'M Your Blues Man

I'm on stage Sweating Voice tonging the drums My screams are performing **** with the horns Sexing the strings Necking the rhythm section Grooving on the spot Getting hotter than hot Rolling my hips while the lights are on top of me Snapping my fingers like a deep fryer be poppin' grease All the fellas wanna shake my hand All the ladies want to be in my palm like a fortune teller's grammar The smoke filled room is filled with chairs but everbody just choose to stand up Tapping their feet Clapping their hands after they've captured the beat FEELING GOOD!!! That i'm a man that just so happens to understand That the boss been working you a little too hard Or that I done went through too much hell to find heaven in you I don't mind turning you a-loose But I just can't let ya get too far Don't be nervous Just let Go of your worries Cause they don't make good pets And you can never tell when and if they're coming back again But you know that the good times will just pick up and go I don't need to see no scholars or doctors when I'm running a fever with a sore throat All I need is a bottle of vodka or gin and peppermint for the common cold Either I'm not your preacher,teacher,doctor,or healer or I'm all of the above Turn on your radio,play a tape,spin a record,put on a cd,turn on your TV or You might be lucky enough to come and see me down at the club HEy hEy, "I'm Your Blues Man"