When I was a boy, down in South Illinois
I heard a man playing blues, oh, what a wonderful noise
He had an old guitar, but not a dollar to his name
Making music so sad, but he was happy just the same
He gave me a wink, and said: "Son, let me share the news
If you want a happy life, you gotta learn to sing the blues! "

I asked my daddy for a guitar
Oh, I begged and I plead
I said I wanted to play the blues, and he just nodded his head
Daddy said when he was my age
"Boogie-Woogie" was the thing
Just take the blues, throw out your hip, and add a little swing
Ah, music has the power, that without it, he'd a-sworn
That he'd a never met my mom and I'd a-never been born

So what's this?
This is Psychedelia; It's where the guitar solo came from
Phineas: No, I mean what's with all the colors?
I have no idea

Ha!
I kept learning
All the powers my guitar had
I made it go "wakka-wakka"
'Till it was so good it was bad
Just make a face, and stomp that bass
You can make that rhythm bump
But this is just the blues, but in a way that makes you wanna shake your rump!
I can make you clap your hands
(Clap, Clap)
I can make you get up and dance
If you wanna shake your booty, my friend
You gotta give the funk a chance

Metal!
Pound your fist in the air!
Metal!
Bang your head full of hair!
It's crunchy, and it's nasty, full of bad attitude
Your parents will think you're crazy
Your neighbors will think you're rude
Believe it or not, it's all the blues again
You just add a little fuzz and turn your amp up to 10!
Music has the power to change your life
Forever!

Shuh!