Sit down, I'll tell ya a little story...
When I was a boy, down in South Illinois,
I heard a man playing blues, oh, what a wonderful noise.
He had an old guitar, but not a dollar to his name,
Making music so sad, but he was happy just the same.
He gave me a wink, and said: "Son, let me share the news...
If ya wanna happy life, ya gotta learn to sing the blues!"

I asked my daddy for a gui-tar,
Oh, I begged and I plead,
I said I wanted play to the blues, and he just nodded his head.
Daddy said when he was my age,
"Boogie-Woogie" was the thing-
Just take the blues, throw out your hip, and add a little swing...
And music has the power, that without it, he'd-a swooorn
That he'd-a never-a met my mom and I'd-a never-a been born...

(Guitar Solo)

So what's this?
This...is Psychedelia; It's where the guitar solo came from.
No, I mean what's with all the colors?
I have no idea...

HA!
I kept learnin'
All the powers my gui-tar had...
I made it go "wakka-wakka"
'Till it was so good it was bad
Just make a face, and stomp that bass,
Ya can make that rhythm bump...
But this just the blues, but in a way that makes ya wanna shake your rump!
I can make ya clap your hands...
I can make ya get up and dance...
If ya wanna shake your booty, my friend,
Ya gotta GIVE THE FUNK A CHANCE...

METAL!!
Pound your fist in the air!
METAL!!
Bang your head full of hair!
It's crunchy, and it's nasty, full of bad attitude...
Your parents'll think you're crazy,
Your neighbours'll think you're rude..
Believe it or not,
It's all the blues again;
Ya just add a little fuzz and turn your amp up to 10!
Music has the power to chaaange you're life,
Forever....!!!