Ry Cooder - John Lee Hooker for President lyrics

When I first came to town people I was walkin ' down Pennsylvania Avenue I heard a lot people talking 'bout the White House I decided I'd drop in there that night And when I got there I said man what's shakin' They said look man you can't come in here this where the President hang out What you want I said look man, I'm John Lee Hooker, I sing the blues They said the President don't have time for the blues I said look man everybody got to have the blues sometime don't matter where you from or where you at. I decided to make a run for President I know everyone got the blues cause I'm in touch wilt 'em when I sing the blues it's my life. I got the number one record in Detroit He's called Boom Boom It tells a tremendous story these lyrics are something else Every time you hear Boom Boom, that's a dollar change I don't need yo money cause I finance my own campaign I ain't for sale. I keep a fat bankroll in my pocket baby, big as a hay bale. I want everybody to know I'm strictly copastatic, I ain't Republican or Democratic I got a new program for the nation It's gonna be groove time, a big sensation Every man and woman gets one scotch, one bourbon and one beer, three times a day if they stay cool Little chillens gets milk, cream and alcohol, two times a day if they stay involved in school Now boogie chillen. Now I want nine fine lookin' womens sittin' on the Supreme Court Their big legs, their tight skirts drive me out of my mind And when I need a judgment they gonna give it to me right on time. They call me on the phone sayin' Johnny, we disagree on which one of us you like best I said honey, you all equally fine under the law. I'm sharp and up to date Jimmy Reed, Vice President, Little Johnny Taylor, Secretary of State I got the foreign policy numbers 444, domestic spending goin' up Continental clothes, Stetson hats, everybody's on the dance floor All you back bilers and syndicators, hear what I say I ain't gonna stand for No trash talking and double dealin' If I catch you messin' 'round the White House I might cut you I might shoot you, I just don't know. And there's one point I really want to prove If you vote for John Lee Hooker you know you gonna groove Don't be fooled by the Republican, don't pity the Democratie Vote John Lee Hooker and everything gone be mellow, knocked out, copastatic.