When I whisper in you ear
You know that the feelings getting stronger
And then I conquer all you fears
And your potato face is growing longer
CHORUS:
We're going to fish fry road
The grease is all over now
The fire is burning on the stove
The pan's getting hotter
So don't gimme your shoeshine
Or you two stepping mister
I don't need polished shoes
And don't gimme that joy to the world brother
'Cause I just rather sing the blues
CHORUS