Bustin' outta Canvey Island,
Like a loco' down the tracks,
It's the sound of Wilko Johnson,
Booming from those Marshall Stacks,
That's how we like it,
This is what we came to see,
It's as sweaty as it's dirty,
Oil City R and B.
Plays the lead part on the down strum,
Plays the rythmn on the up,
He could kill you just by looking,
If you dared to interrupt,
Here comes a solo,
Wilko going for stroll,
Steppin' out just like he means it,
Psycho robot rock 'n' roll.
He got the island in his blood,
And he got music in his bones,
He got a six-stringed machine gun,
And a part in Game of Thones,
He's looking daggers,
Down the camera straight at you,
In a feat of silent menace,
That only he knows how to do.
If it's mixed by Dr Feelgood,
It's the medicine you'd chose,
Puts the meat in your potatoes,
Puts the rhythm in your blues,
Until that day came,
We all had to say goodbye,
So farewell then Wilko Johnson,
You made us happy my, oh, my.
Like a loco' down the tracks,
It's the sound of Wilko Johnson,
Booming from those Marshall Stacks,
That's how we like it,
This is what we came to see,
It's as sweaty as it's dirty,
Oil City R and B.
Plays the lead part on the down strum,
Plays the rythmn on the up,
He could kill you just by looking,
If you dared to interrupt,
Here comes a solo,
Wilko going for stroll,
Steppin' out just like he means it,
Psycho robot rock 'n' roll.
He got the island in his blood,
And he got music in his bones,
He got a six-stringed machine gun,
And a part in Game of Thones,
He's looking daggers,
Down the camera straight at you,
In a feat of silent menace,
That only he knows how to do.
If it's mixed by Dr Feelgood,
It's the medicine you'd chose,
Puts the meat in your potatoes,
Puts the rhythm in your blues,
Until that day came,
We all had to say goodbye,
So farewell then Wilko Johnson,
You made us happy my, oh, my.
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