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Hot Guitar
04:07
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CHORUS:
Callin’ Mr. Oven Mitt
Too hot to touch, too cool to quit.
The guitar is smokin’ and the suckers are afraid of it.
You know his guitar is hot,
He used to get burned a lot.
Now he wears an oven mitt on his left hand, like it or not.
First he turns the oven on,
Then he turns the lovin’ on.
Wall of flames around him, he just walks through like there’s nothin’ wrong.
Oven Mitt, the only one.
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.
When he plays guitar it’s like he’s moving closer to the sun.
Hot guitar! Hot, hot, hot!
Can’t touch guitar. Ouch! Damn!
Hot guitar! Got me a band!
Sing my songs. Mashed potatoes!
Oven mitt on my hand!
So many people, all around the world,
love to hear my guitar sing it’s sad song.
Happy cakes. Yeah!
Oven mitt on my hand, damn!
CHORUS
(Thats right! Mmmm hmm. It’s hot! So hot! Gotta wear a mitt.)
I got so many women that I aint seen.
When it’s time for bakin’, call Oven Mitt.
Hot guitar, warm you up!
Baby! Mmmm.
CHORUS
(You know it’s true, what Oven Mitt do to you. It’s hot, so hot!)
Crabid oven mitt!
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2. |
8 Hours After Midnight
04:03
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Yeah, it’s 8 hours after midnight and I gotta go to work.
I been drinkin’ that Scotch whiskey, now I gotta go to work.
Fix myself hot coffee, put on my clean shirt.
Just 10 hours after midnight and I’m takin’ me a break.
Spent a long hour movin’ paper, now I gotta take a break.
Another cigarette, another cup of coffee, see how long I can take.
18 hours after midnight, goin’ home and go to bed.
There’s just 6 more hours to midnight, so I go home and go to bed.
If I don’t get some sleep tonight, in the mornin’ I’ll be dead.
Yeah, now it’s almost midnight and it’s time to sing the blues.
Yeah, ladies, wine and carryin’ on, singin’ me some blues.
Now don’t you never judge a man till you’ve walked in his hundred-dollar shoes.
My head’s so full of whiskey! And I can’t find my shoes!
Baby, it’s no wonder why a man got to sing the blues!
Baby, it’s no wonder why a man got to sing the blues!
8 hours after midnight and I gotta go to work.
I been drinkin’ wine and carryin’ on, and I gotta go to work.
I fix myself hot coffee, put on my clean shirt.
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I’m teachin’ a class on the blues down there at my local liquor store.
I’m teachin’ a class on the blues down there at my local liquor store.
You wanna know about the blues, well I’ll meet you at my local liquor store.
Now you see just how the blues is, and it only takes a day.
You’ll see just how the blues is, and it only takes a day.
My lesson’s always free if you just do what I say.
The first thing you gotta do is buy me a pint of gin.
The first thing you gotta do is buy me a pint of gin.
And when I’m good and ready, Dr. Oven Mitt will jump right in.
Now the next thing you gotta do is buy me a bottle of Scotch.
(and I don’t want no cheap shit either)
Said the next thing you gotta do is buy me a bottle of Scotch.
You don’t get to drink none, you just gotta stand around and watch.
The third thing you gotta do is get me a fancy cigar.
The third thing you gotta do is get me a fancy cigar.
Now I’m standin’ there with my stuff and you know where you are.
Now you know about the blues, and you learned it all from Oven Mitt.
Now you know about the blues, and you learned it all from Oven Mitt.
Oven Mitt’s got the finest things and you aint got shit.
Yeah, that’s right!
I can teach this class at the car dealer too.
Or the furniture store. There’s some things I need from down there.
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Huh!
A wise man once said, “The best things are free”.
I’m here to tell you honey, that applies to me.
You need your heat and your water, but you can’t pay the bill.
You keep pushin’ that boulder just to have it roll back down the hill.
I’ll pick you up tonight and we’ll have ourselves a time.
But don’t stop at the bank because my lovin’ won’t cost you a dime.
You know I’m usually broke. It’s just the bluesman’s curse.
But you can trust me honey, don’t have to hide your purse.
Don’t have to hide your credit card way up high on the shelf
Because when Oven Mitt spends money, he likes to make it himself.
I’m gonna come right over and I’ll bring a bottle of wine.
But put your checkbook away because my lovin’ won’t cost you a dime.
I’ll never break your heart just for a little green.
I know your other man was like a slot machine.
He used to take your money and didn’t give nothin’ back.
Spent half on whiskey and lost the rest at the track.
But I’m a sure thing baby, I’ll tell you one more time,
Keep your money in your pocket ‘cause my lovin’ won’t cost you a dime.
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Somethin' Or Other Blues
03:46
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I got the somethin’ or other blues
in a general kinda way.
I’m just feelin’ kinda shitty
In a non-specific way.
Well my baby didn’t leave me,
And I’m making’ decent pay.
Walked into a diner,
And I ate a plate of food.
Yeah, walked into a diner,
And I ate a plate of food.
I can’t remember what it was
That put me in this mood.
Winter’s kinda gloomy
Summer’s just too hot.
Yeah, winter’s kinda gloomy
Summer’s just to hot.
I could go out and mow my lawn
But I think I’d rather not.
Aint got much to complain about
Got a roof over my head.
I can’t think of nothin’ to complain about
Got a roof over my head.
Instead of goin’ to work today
Think I’ll lay around in bed.
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Burnin' Bootie Woman
03:00
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Burnin’ bootie woman
I can’t believe you took my car.
Burnin’ bootie woman
I can’t believe you took my car!
And now you’re eatin’ steak and lobster
And your bootie’s burnin’ up.
I shoulda seen it comin’
Like a cabbage in the night.
Well yeah, shoulda seen it comin’
Like a cabbage in the night.
The rabbit eats the cabbage
That he wouldn’t in the light.
I come over with my oven mitt on.
It takes a crabid man to sing a crabid song.
I come right over baby!
With my oven mitt on!
It takes a crabid man
To sing that crabid song.
Burnin’ bootie woman
I can’t believe you took my car.
Burnin’ bootie woman
I can’t believe you took my car!
And now you’re eatin’ steak and lobster
And your bootie’s burnin’ up.
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You're Gonna Miss Me
03:22
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Ahhh ah!
Ahhhhh!
You’re gonna miss me, one of these nights.
AAAhhh!
Say you’re gonna miss me.
Whoa!! One of these lonely days.
You aint never gonna miss me,
Till I’m dead and gone.
Say you’re gonna remember
Remember, remember to miss me.
I saw you runnin’ round
With a other guy.
Awh!
You’re gonna miss my pork chops
Miss my applesauce.
Yeah, miss my applesauce.
You’re gonna be rememberin’ to miss me
When I’m dead and gone.
Yeeeaaahhhrrr.
Ahhwm!
Dead and gone.
Deadndeadndeandeadn
Dead and gone.
You’re gonna be rememberin’ to miss me baby,
When I’m dead and gone.
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Mr. Oven Mitt
03:00
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Yeah, this is Oven Mitt Johnson, I’m calling from uh Memphis, uh,
I’m just waitin’ for the bus here, just got some chicken and waffles.
I just wanted to say that I hope you’re all doin’ well out there, and uh, I gotta find the fare here.
Yeah that’s, well, gimme a call back.
They call me Mr. Oven Mitt
‘Cause I got an oven mitt on my hand.
They call me Mr. Oven Mitt
‘Cause I got an oven mitt on my hand.
The ladies all love Oven Mitt
But their men don’t understand.
I’m sneakin’ round your back door
and mittin’ on your wife.
Yeah, I’m sneakin’ round your back door
and mittin’ on your wife.
Better watch out for ol’ Oven Mitt
‘Cause I’m gonna wreck your life.
I’m cookin’ on my guitar
Three hundred twenty five degrees
Yeah, ’m cookin’ on my guitar
Three hundred twenty five degrees
Cause when I wear my oven mitt
I’m so cool I freeze.
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Now scientists say we got eleven dimensions
In every one, I can’t get your attention.
Now they tell me they got a parallel universe
I seen ‘em all and I don’t know which one is worse.
I got the blues so bad that I
Ican’trememberwhenididn’thavetheblues.
They say amnesia can be caused by a trauma
but my somethin’ or other blues life aint got no drama.
I got me a woman with special relativity
She moves so fast, she keeps on gettin’ younger than me.
I got the blues so bad that I
Ican’trememberwhenididn’thavetheblues.
Womanywomanywomany
Lemonylemonylemony
Womanywomanywomany
Lemonylemonylemony
Mrayneeew!
Womanywomanywomanywomany.
Neeeawwww!
Lemonylemonylemonylemony.
I got the blues so bad that I
Ican’trememberwhenididn’thavetheblues.
I got the blues so bad that I
Ican’trememberwhenididn’thavetheblues.
I got the blues so bad that I
Ican’trememberwhenididn’thavetheblues.
I got the blues so bad that I
Ican’trememberwhenididn’thavetheblues.
Lemonylemonylemony.
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11. |
My Baby's Gone
05:35
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My baby’s gone
My baby’s gone away!
My baby’s gone
My baby’s gone away!
And I’m feelin’ mighty sorry
For what I said the other day.
I’m gonna tell you how it started
Here’s how it started the other day.
I’m gonna tell you how it started
Here’s how it started the other day.
Yeah, I’m fixin somethin’ in the bathroom
And she keeps goin’ on about rollin’ in the hay.
I said, baby you know what I need,
But you know about it at the wrong time.
I said, baby you know what I need,
But you know about it at the wrong time.
Well she talks like that when I got the bathroom all torn apart
Yeah, it must surely be a crime.
Now she left me that afternoon
And my bathroom’s still a mess.
She left me that same afternoon,
And my bathroom’s still a mess.
Now there’s somethin’ bout fixin’ my toilet
Well it don’t make me wanna get undressed.
My baby’s gone
My baby’s gone away!
My baby’s gone
My baby’s gone away!
And I’m feelin’ mighty sorry
For what I said the other day.
This is Oven Mitt Johnson callin’ from Memphis, Tennessee. Y’know, Elvis Presley is like the big bang of rock ’n roll. It all came from there. And what you had in Elvis Presley is a very interesting moment because, really, to be pretentious about it for a minute, you had two cultures collidin’ there. You had kind of a white European culture and an African culture comin’ together. The rhythm (ok?) of, of black music and the melody/chord progressions of white music just all came together in that kind of spastic dance of his. That was the moment. That’s really it. Out of all that came the Beatles, the Stones, but you can’t after underestimate what happened. It does get back to Elvis.
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Rockin' With Simms
03:15
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You know I play my guitar seven days a week.
And I travel from St. Louis to Mozambique.
And I shine like solid gold, my guitar’s too hot to hold,
Mr. Simms just put his gloves on, his piano is ice cold.
But when we play together, we tear it up limb from limb.
My name is Oven Mitt Johnson and I’m rockin’ with Hot Glove Simms.
Aint no doubt about it, life is hard.
I can’t get fancy clothes or a credit card.
I can’t get nothin’ to lose, and I can’t get on the news.
You know just what the blues is when you step into my shoes.
But when I play piano, I’m as happy as Tiny Tim.
“God bless us, every one!” Oven Mitt Johnson and Hot Glove Simms.
Layin’ bread on my guitar and makin’ toast.
My piano keeps the beer cold coast to coast.
We’re happy that we’re here.
To put a bug up in your ear.
And when we play our instruments we need protective gear.
Never seen anything so funky.
Even up under the rim.
Here’s Oven Mitt Johnson rockin’ with his good friend, Hot Glove Simms.
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13. |
Diddy Wah Diddy
02:27
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I got a gal in Diddy Wah Diddy.
Aint no town and it aint no city.
She love Oven Mitt till it’s a pity.
Crazy ‘bout my gal in Diddy Wah Diddy.
This little gal’s as sweet as she can be.
I know she’s in love with me.
Lovely thing, she’s so pretty.
She live way down in Diddy Wah Diddy.
Aint no town,
Aint no city,
Whoa how they love me in Diddy Wah Diddy.
She kiss me all the time.
She gonna drive me outa my mind.
Any day she say she’s ready,
To head right back to Diddy Wah Diddy.
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David Minnick Detroit, Michigan
David Minnick is obsessed with choosing seemingly impossible musical projects and seeing them through to completion. He
creates music in a multitude of genres (orchestral, blues, ska, free jazz, gamelan, klezmer, psychedelic pop, pirate music, a cappella, to name a few) and plays several instruments.
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