The Jeff Beck Group Album

Bless my soul, what's wrong with me ?
I'm itchin' like a man that's on a fuzzy tree
My friends say I'm acting as wild as a bug.
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm all shook up.
Ah, ah, ah, all shook up most of the time.

Well, my knees are shakin'
And my hands are gettin' weak.
Can't seem to stand on my own two feet.
Who do you blame when you, oh, when you found such luck ?
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm all shook up, any old way

Yea please don't ask me what's up on my mind
I'm a little mixed up but I'm feelin' fine
But that's alright
Oh, when I meet a girl that I've love best,
My heart beats so and it scares me to death
But that's alright

She touched my lips, what a thrill I got

My [heart] beats like a volcano when it's red hot
I'm proud to say that she's my, oh, what a buttercup
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love,
I'm all shook up, any old time.
Ah, yeah
That's alright, listen
That's ok too

I'm in the mood for love, woman
I'm in the mood for love
My knees are shakin' and my elbows quakin'
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet
All shook up, oh yeah.

Please don't ask me what's up on my mind
I'm a little mixed up but I'm feeling fine
I'm in the mood for love, woman, yeah
In the mood for love
Come on babe

Bless my soul, what's wrong with me
Ah ...

I used to work and take a salary
In a hole up near a foundry
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a "so long!"
Long spanish boots on a "so long!"

I took a day job in bethlehem
I nearly threw in the towel then
But it did not take me too long
To get my boots on a "so long!"
High spanish boots on a "so long!"
Dig it

I took a spanish haberdashery

Restored with 15th century tapestry
But oh, mr. nesbitt got the best of me
So I strapped on my boots and said "so long!"
Laced up my high boots and "so long!"
Goodbye

... am on a job you see
'cause my old boots they mean too much to me
Leather boots are just a mystery
Put on my boots and said "so long!"
High spanish boots on and "so long!"
Put on my boots and said "so long!"

Those old spanish boots
Put on my boots and said "so long!"
High spanish boots

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The warden threw a party in the county jail
The prison band was there, and they began to wail
The band began to-jumping, they began to swing
You should have heard the knock down jailbird sing
Let's rock, everybody let's rock
Oh everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the jailhouse rock

Number forty-seven said to number three
You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see
I sure would be delighted with your company
So come and do the jailhouse rock with me
Let's rock, everybody let's rock
Oh everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the jailhouse rock, yeah!

Spider murphy played on the tenor saxophone
Little joe was blowin' on a slide trombone
Drummer boy from illinois was crash-a-bam boomin'
The whole rhythm section was the purple gang

Let's rock, everybody let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the jailhouse rock

Listen
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the jailhouse rock, yeah!

Everybody in the whole cell block
Dancing to the jailhouse rock

C'mon
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Dancing to the jailhouse rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancing to the jailhouse ...

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Hangman, hangman, slack your noose
Slack it, oh slack it
Slack it for a while
There ain't no use in your hurrying me
Ain't nothing gonna change things now

Now I ain't trying to prove your judge is wrong
And your jury, oh your jury
I guess I'll know the way out
And if you kill me with my canvas shirt
Good god, you could put my lawyer in jail

Listen
It's just this twenty two minutes to prepare yourself
I haven't been in this position before
Wash your hands, get your .? .
Find the waistcoat, lock the door.

And oh!

Get your .? .
Oh yeah, get your .? . lock the door
Come on

Listen to this one
Oh hangman, hangman, slack your noose
Oh slack it, please slack it
Oh just slack it awhile, give me one more chance
There ain't no use in you hurryin' me
Good god, nothing's gonna stop me now

Oh
Don't you worry
Cause you never get your .? .
Well, might get your waistcoat on
Ha-ha
Heh-heh

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