The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion
Bottle Baby
Yeah
Well, I’d like the thank everybody
All the good looking people at my record label
At last I feel like I am one of the beautiful
Standing up here at the podium holding this fabulous statuette
I feel like a god but I still got a problem paying the rent
Got the blues again
Gon’ dial it way back to start
Go alone, in deep and coming straight from the heart
Yes, I’m here to bitch complain and moan
‘Cause I heard it before, I seen it before, did it before
Now leave it alone
Leave it alone
Uh
Oh, come on
I got ya bottle baby
Feeding time
I’m gonna monkey mama with your mind
This monkey wine is crazy for my bottle baby
Everything old, is new, considered hip again
Rotting fruit can make an appetising trend
At a later hour some of you might feel pretty sick
Better jump back, check your self, hide the mirrors, real quick
Jump back, ha
Uh
You got your bottle baby, ha
I got your monkey time
Alright
Yeah
Who makes the monkeys?
Who turns the man into beast?
Who wants to go ape?
Leave it alone
I got your bottle baby
Feeding time
I’m gon’ monkey mama
I’m gonna split your mind
This monkey wine is crazy
Drink-up now, come on baby
Take a drink from this bottle or get the fuck off the stage