I saw this picture in a magazine

With it's gold plated grovers, such a clean machine

So I, I did my homework and I worked like hell

As the brown-eyed handsmone man said, you never can tell

I got that blues and rhythm, good enough to eat

Sound and vision, hit me with the backbeat

Blues and rhythm, good enough to eat,

Sound and vision, hit me with the backbeat

Blues and rhythm, something for my soul

My decision, give me rock and give me roll

I started gigging in my early teens

Sewed the red leather patches on my filthy jeans

Got my first Fender tele, got my Marshall stack

Big head, knock 'em dead, I know where it's at

I got that blues and rhythm, good enough to eat

Sound and vision, hit me with the backbeat

Blues and rhythm, something for my soul

My decision, give me rock and give me roll

Don't anybody listen anymore?

I can still hear them banging on my bedroom door

Is it too late to tell them? Will they understand?

Calm down, come on round and listen to the band

We got the blues and rhythm, good enough to eat

Sound and vision, hit me with the backbeat

Blues and rhythm, something for my soul

My decision, give me rock and give me roll

Jailhouse rocker, make you tap your feet

Classic shocker, listen to the backbeat

I got that blues and rhythm

I got that blues and rhythm

I got that blues and rhythm

We got that blues and rhythm