i was up the road on easy street

watching everybody stand around and cheat

a man comes up and says "move along

down to the corner where you belong"

but mama just wants to barrelhouse all night long



i hear the city singing like a siren choir

some fool tried to set this town on fire

tv preacher screams "come on along"

i feel like fay wray face to face with king kong

but mama just wants to barrelhouse all night long



sometimes i wonder what i am

i feel like i'm living in a hologram

it doesn't seem to matter what's right or wrong

everybody's grabbing and coming on strong

but mama just wants to barrelhouse all night long



(jan. 19/73 Toronto)

(..where else?)