Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dr. John
Dr. John
Guitar
Willie Weeks
Willie Weeks
Hand Claps
Bernie Worrell
Bernie Worrell
Organ
Jon Spencer
Jon Spencer
Vocals
Judah Bauer
Judah Bauer
Guitar
Russell Simins
Russell Simins
Drums
Steve Jordan
Steve Jordan
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jon Spencer
Jon Spencer
Composer
Judah Bauer
Judah Bauer
Composer
Russell Simins
Russell Simins
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Artie Smith
Artie Smith
Guitar Technician
Don M. Smith
Don M. Smith
Mixing Engineer
Doug Conroy
Doug Conroy
Assistant Recording Engineer
Martin Pradler
Martin Pradler
Assistant Engineer
Minouru Yokoo
Minouru Yokoo
Recording Technician
Pat Thrall
Pat Thrall
Additional Engineer
Steve Jordan
Steve Jordan
Producer
Tim Conklin
Tim Conklin
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Letras

(This is kind of more sophisticated. Kind of—)
Yeah!
I'm talking about the funky Broadway!
I'm talking about the funky Four Corners!
My man, Terry O.!
That's right, ladies and gentlemen
That's the Blues Explosion—
All the way from New York City!
We come all the way
To be here with you people tonight!
Baby!
Baby!
Baby!
Ah, some people want to get right up in your face—
Ah, some people want to rearrange your mind—
Ah, there are even some evil mothers
Want to get you right from the start—
Wake up in the morning
You got a foot in your behind!
Oh—hold on!
Hold on, baby!
Oh—hold on!
I'm going to hold on, momma
I said, it feels so good to shake it
Right on Shakey Street
Everybody want to jump up
Get down, and kiss my feet!
I said, Hey man!
What's happening?
Tell me:
What's going on?
I thought about a crazy little dance—
Doing the Hold On
Oh—let's get it!
Hold on!
Hold on, baby!
Oh—hold on!
Uh! I'm going hold on, momma
Yeah!
Back and forth
This United States!
Fifty-one flavors, baby—
Sure is great!
You got yours—
Baby, let me get mine!
We got to do our thing, baby—
Right on time!
I'm going to get up right now
And I'm going to do it
I got a big wad of Bazooka
And I'm going to chew it
I'm going to pack a punch
And get straight to the point
Now, let's get together, everybody—
We going to rock this joint
Hold on tight to what you've got!
Oh—keep on humping like a crazy rock!
Remember—when it's going wrong—
Keep on singing your own sweet song!
(Damn!)
(All right!)
Look out!
(Yeah!)
Hold on, momma!
Yeah! Hold on!
Hold on tight to what you got!
Keep on humping like a crazy rock!
Remember—when it's going wrong—
Keep on singing your own sweet song!
(Hey, man! You got an interesting follow-through.)
(What's that?)
Cheers!
Written by: The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion
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