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Flavor (Remix)
	Writers: Campbell/Spencer/Explosion Published: Cyanide Breathmint Music, BMG Songs inc. ASCAP/Dirty Shirt, BMI From: Flavor [PROMO] (CD, US) / Dirty Shirt Rock 'n' Roll: The First Ten Years (CD, US) Source: Pop-Catastrophe.co.uk Notes: Text in BLUE is sung by Beck, text in RED is incorrect. The Ida Red in this song is probably a reference to the traditonal American song titled Ida Red ("Ida Red's identity is unknown, but is feminine in most uses.") which is cited as being the model for Maybellene by Chuck Berry ("It was an old fiddle tune called 'Ida Red.' I changed the music and re-arranged it, Chuck re-wrote the words"). This remix also has some Flava Flav samples and a different recording of the Beck verse (VIEW ALBUM LYRICS).
Well, Ida Red You got the taste Explosion man It got the flavor No history Don't got to know Well, Ida Red It takes you there 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