This rock and roll analogy like liquor
The bang hits with a bust
But the drums go quicker
WAMMER JAMMER

To the levy
It broke a flood
Down the draft
Of brotherhood
Slip the mic, ****
In the gut. Drive them mad rock and roll dad.
To the levy Jam the strings
Play and do your musical thing.
Ring the guitars, screech the whammer
Just call me kid Rock and rollin wammer jammer

Take the time
Give a gift
Bust a ryth
Drive the whammy
To the charitable side.
Wam wammer hammer
Into her rise.
Remember sweet 21
Honey buns? Remember
Timely 27 fun young gun.
Me and my wife
Prowled the world and the sun
We had a grandson,
Time of our beloved.

Picked it up
When just a kid
Found I had talent
Was just always hid

Play it by ear
No music is read
Lucky that way
It's all in the head

Whip it out!!
Is what I hear say
Whip it out!!
And let's hear you play

Blues is my music
Makes me happy
Blues is the music
My ears plainly see

Jonathan Edwards
In his shanty
Makes room for
Wammer Jammer Dickie

My Harps always there
When happy or sad
I whip it right out
Even when I am mad

My Harp is my Friend
A true pocket Pal
I love my Harmonica
Can't you all tell

When I get this writers block
The best thing for me
Wammer jammer time
The guitar always speaks
What my mouth
Is held back
From
Doing