Willie Dixon Said Lyrics

Junkyard pilot and his sidekick derelict
Blacktop halle-bop micro bus news, do you get it?
Dialect comes so slick that you can't predict the news
Water it down like b***ernut blues
Black smoke's lightening comin' up the trees
Wrap it up nice, put a bow 'round it, please
Tell myself again and again and again
Get out of this son - state of mind we're in
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Like Willie Dixon said, got to find me a place
To clear my head
Halle-bop, halle-bop, I said
Gonna halle-bop me, gonna hail me a cab
Like Willie Dixon said, got to find me a place
To clear my head
Halle-bop, halle-bop I said
Gonna halle-bop me, gonna hail me a cab
Justice lies somewhere behind - between
The have-nots and the plasticine lies
Black spit twilight, holograph scene
Conjured-up images of apocalypse steam
Words never spoken wait on the lips
On the door step of a woman's millennium hips
Big bang, wash clothes, delirium
Nostradamus' impostor and one last run
[Chorus]

Haze falls away, revealing dreams
Like writing a letter to myself, it seems
Garage sales, paper trails, e-mails
Junk mail there for the plans that fail

God I miss you, I miss you real bad
The only thing real that I've ever had
Halle-bop, halle-bop, I said
Gonna halle-bop me, gonna hail me a cab

[Chorus]