Testi:
The Blues Brothers

I was born in chicago in 1941 I was born in chicago in 1941 Well My father told me Son you had better get a gun Well my first friend went down when

Got everything a man could want, but I ain't got no blues Success for me could only lead to my immediate doom 'cause I can't play the blues in an airconditioned

Here we go Everybody If you need a little lovin', call me If you want some kissin', call me Well on lonely nights when you feel alone All you got to

Nassau's gone funky Nassau's gone soul We've got a dog on beat now We gonna call our very own Nassau rock and Nassau roll Nassau's got a whole lotta

Going back to Miami (Going back to Miami) Going back to my girl (Going back to my girl) I said I'm going back to Miami (Going back to Miami) Going back

Hey there sugar darling Let me tell you something girl, I've been trying to say You look so sweet And you're so, so doggon fine I just can't get you

Hey! Well my temperature's rising and my feet on the floor Twenty people rockin' and there wanna go more Let me in baby, I don't know what you've got

Sick and tired by the way you do Good time papa gonna poison you Sprinkle goofer dust all around your bed Wake up one of these days, find your own self

The warden threw a party in the county jail The prisonband was there and they began to wail The joint was jumping and the place began to swing You should