Resurrection Band - Hotfootin'

Summertime daze through blister street haze
Wing-tipping, fleet-footing, side-stepping
Ya gimme all your bad talk, boot-pumping
Brass button shucking and guffin'
Street corner preach to gum pop jive
Turkey-trotting past that Main Street peep show
Banana-boat Buick blaring stereo
Can't drown out where he is saying

Jeremiah, just keep wailing, wailing to every junkyard hound
As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around

Sidewalk stomping, quit your cussing
This is a bee-bopping, kazoo honking
Salvation Army one man band
Hammering guitar in his hand
Look at that dude with the silver boom box
And the bad, red baseball cap
He wears it just so, he'll take your Seiko
And sell it back to you, just like that

Jeremiah, just keep wailing, wailing to every junkyard hound
As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around /x2

"Brothers and sisters"; he tells then:
"This broad way ain't the way to heaven
You're so busy dying you forget
You can be born again"
"Hey, street preacher let us be"
He don't pay 'em no mind
In front of the bail and bond
Down any heel-romping mean street
"Dude, you can't keep hustling God
No can do
That smells about as sweet
As rose tattoo"

Jeremiah, just keep wailing, wailing to every junkyard hound
As long as he's got feet, he'll be hotfootin' around /x2