got me the strangest woman,
believe it, this chick’s no cinch.
when i wanna get her goin’,
then i whip out my big ten-inch—
record of the band that plays the blues.
well, the band that plays the blues,
she just loves my big ten-inch
record of her favorite blues.
i gave my love just a little pinch;
but she said, now stop that jivin’,
and whip out your big ten-inch—
record of the band that plays the blues.
well, the band that plays the blues,
she just loves my big ten-inch
record of her favorite blues. i’ll cover her with kisses,
and when we’re in a lovers clinch,
she gets all excited
when she puts on my big ten-inch—
record of the band that plays the blues.
well, the band that plays the blues,
she just loves my big ten-inch
record of her favorite blues. my gal don’t go smokin’,
and liquor just makes her flinch.
seems she don’t go for nothin’,
‘cept for my big ten-inch—
record of the band that plays the blues.
band that plays the blues,
she just loves my big ten-inch
record of her favorite blues.
—aerosmith, “big ten-inch record,” 1974.
