Booker T's at the front door
  Saying it's time to go
  Coltrane's at the mother blues tonight
  63rd to southshore
  We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo
  Ain't no way they let us play, but then
  they might
  
  Fourteen years not a one day more, yeah
  Struttin' my stuff up and down the floor
  Haven't you heard this groove before?
  
  Chorus 1:
  Ba da bop ba dee-ah ba dee-ah
  Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
  I'll never lose chicago blues
  Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
  
  We tried to be cool, yeah
  Flat tops up stove-pipes down
  Finding out the good stuff
  You never gonna learn in school
  Comes easy in this part of town
  
  I brought my sticks, we're sittin' in, all night
  Better be quick, gotta hold on tight
  It's gonna be a real jam down delight
  
  Chorus 2:
  Ba da bop ba dee-ah ba dee-ah
  Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
  I'll never lose chicago blues
  Send that drummer home and
  let me play (repeat)
  
  Ba da bop ba dee-ah ba dee-ah
  Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
  Ee-yay ee-yeay ee-yay ee-yay
  Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
  
  Ba dee-ah ba dee-ah
  Ee-yay ee-yeay ee-yay ee-yay
  Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay