Lyrics > The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion – Flavor (Remix)

You can’t be cooler
No rock ‘n’ roller
Well, Ida Red, she got the flavor

You got the flavor
You got the flavor
You got the flavor
You got the flavor

Blues Explosion!

Yeah, that’s right, we’re number one
Number one in Philadelphia
Number one in D.C.
Number one in Chicago
[What goes on]
Number one in Detroit
Number one in Austin
Huston, Dallas, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Seattle, Portland, Vancouver
We’re number one in New York City, Kansas City, Oklahoma City, Cincinnati, Jackson Mississippi
I said the blues is number one
The blues is number one

Soul

Flavor
Got the flavor
Got the flavor

[What man? What’s Beck?]

I Feel so good about a piece of trash
The birds are drunk
They drink it from a glass
White Lightning and an old fruit jar
Pomp box rock, rocking where you are
Dig my grave with a silver spade
Juiced up
From Africa to Spain
Ghetto blastin’ to the diamond lane
Insane on the mundane

[What goes up]

Touch the bucket
Dig your heels
Feather duster named cigrarette wheels, spinning back
[unknown]

‘Cause I got the flavor
Yeah, I got the flavor
Yeah, I got the flavor
Yeah, I got the flavor

[This is Tommy jam down with Beck and Mike D, white boys in the house]

Out in the moonlight taking requests
Ripping the blues out of your vest
Strip-mine they built to flood
Strictnine, when you hit ’em with the thud
When you dig up the past
The bones are just toys
Beat your fists through the static and the noise
‘Cause I got the blues and I can’t be satisfied
You can keep the blues
We gonna catch that train and ride

Flavor
Flavor
Flavor
[What goes up]
Got the taste
[What goes up]
Gut bucket