bagoh20 said...
"Squeeze my lemon...". One of the greatest songs musically, especially the axe riff, but I always hated the lyrics.
Bags can blame Roberts Johnson for those lines:
Lyrics:
If your man gets personal,
Want you to have your fun.
If your man gets personal,
Want you to have your fun.
Well, come on back to Friar's Point, mama,
Barrelhouse all night long.
I got womens in Vicksburg,
Clean on into Tennessee.
I got womens in Vicksburg,
Clean on into Tennessee.
But my Friar's Point rider, now,
Hops all over me.
I ain't gonna state no color but
Her front teeth is crowned with gold.
I ain't gonna state no color but
Her front teeth is crowned with gold.
She got a mortgage on my body, Lord,
A lien on my soul.
Well, I'm going down to Rosedale,
Rider by my side.
Lord, I'm going down to Rosedale,
Rider by my side.
Well, we can still barrelhouse, babe,
On the riverside.
You can squeeze my lemon till
Juice run down my leg.
You can squeeze my lemon till
Juice run down my leg.
That's what I'm talking about!
But I'll be going back to Friar's Point, mama,
Rocking to my head.
2 comments:
I prefer the line, "If you squeeze my lizard, I'll put my snake on you."
Yea, I knew of the original, but I don't like it, because first I'm a racist of course, but also the thing I love about the song is specifically the hot and muscular way Zeppelin plays it, especially Jimmy Page's guitar. It just slithers and stalks you like a horny panther intent on humping you before eating you all in a tortuously slow and deliberate way so that your last thought is " this ain't a bad way to go."
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