Bacon sizzlin' on a tin roof,
Watch out sis 'cuz I'm so
Hot I'll singe your touch.
Gonna get me some,
Tear me off a big chunk
Of happy down at the joint--
Johnny's Juke Joint, that is.
Jammin' night at the joint,
I blow me some horn,
Low and molasses sweet.
Then stoke up the flames,
Till the rafters start burnin',
But I can't stop playin'--
Feelin' it deep, feelin' it sweet.
Gotta get use to the heat.
No way you gonna sit,
You be wigglin' and gyratin'
And shoutin' "hallelujah"
To the master of the beat.
That's me, the master, all right.
I come to expect my due.
'Cuz I made me a pact.
But can't think about that.
Gotta play, gotta play,
Blow me some soul searin'
Nectar, sealin' my fate.
Gotta get use to the heat.
Heat's all I know,
Never more, never less,
'Cuz I made me a pact at
Johnny's Juke Joint, that is.
There's no turnin' back
Once a deal's been struck.
Soon I be shoutin' "hallelujah"
To the master of the heat.
Gotta play, gotta play.
Tear me off a big chunk
Of happy down at the joint--
Johnny's Juke Joint, that is.
