John Lee Hooker for President - Ry Cooder

When I first came to town people, I was walkin' down Pennsylvania Avenue

I heard a lot people talking 'bout the White House

I decided I’d drop in there that night

And when I got there I said man what’s shakin'

They said look man you can’t come in here this where the President hang out

What you want

I said look man, I’m John Lee Hooker, I sing the blues

They said the President don’t have time for the blues

I said look man everybody got to have the blues sometime, don’t matter where

you from or where you at

I decided to make a run for President

I know everyone got the blues 'cause I’m in touch wilt 'em when I sing the

blues it’s my life

I got the number one record in Detroit right now

He’s called Boom Boom

It tells a tremendous story these lyrics are something else

Every time you hear Boom Boom, that’s a dollar change

I don’t need yo money 'cause I finance my own campaign

I ain’t for sale.

I keep a fat bankroll in my pocket baby, big as a hay bale…

I want everybody to know I’m strictly copastatic, I ain’t Republican or

Democratic

I got a new program for the nation

It’s gonna be groove time, a big sensation

Every man and woman gets one scotch, one bourbon and one beer, three times a

day if they stay cool

And little chillens gets milk, cream and alcohol, two times a day if they stay

involved in school

Now boogie chillen…

Now I want nine fine lookin' womens sittin' on the Supreme Court

Their big legs, their tight skirts drive me out of my mind

And when I need a judgment, they gonna give it to me right on time

They call me on the phone sayin'

Johnny, we disagree on which one of us you like best

I said honey, you all equally fine under the law

I’m sharp and up to date

Jimmy Reed, Vice President, Little Johnny Taylor, Secretary of State

I got the foreign policy numbers 444, domestic spending goin' up

Continental clothes, Stetson hats, everybody’s on the dance floor

All you back bilers and syndicators, hear what I say

I ain’t gonna stand for no trash talking and double dealin'

If I catch you messin' 'round the White House I might cut you, I might shoot

you, I just don’t know

And there’s one point I really want to prove

If you vote for John Lee Hooker you know you gonna groove

Don’t be fooled by the Republican, don’t pity the Democratie

Vote John Lee Hooker and everything gone be mellow, knocked out, copastatic