Bonamossa Songtext
von Jonathan Wilson

I′m rollin' down the highway, knuckles whack, my eyes are red
If I could drive my Cadillac, I might as well be dead
Yeah, I just will soon be dead

I′m jammin' at a trip, joinin' members, everybody look at me
Think I′ll play the blues like Barnabas, nasty filthy sleaze, nasty filthy sleaze


The music on the island sounds like waspy rock and roll
Well, hold the phone, here comes Rolling Stone
They′re weakly cheeky low, yeah, they're weakly cheeky low

They′re weakly cheeky low, they're weakly cheeky low
They′re weakly cheeky low, they're weakly cheeky low
They′re weakly cheeky low, they're weakly cheeky low
They're weakly cheeky low, they′re weakly cheeky low
They′re weakly cheeky low