Brother Phelps - Any Way The Wind Blows lyrics
[Brother Phelps - Any Way The Wind Blows lyrics]
Some like this and some like that
And some don't know where it's at
If you don't get loose, if you don't groove
Well your motor won't make it and
Your motor won't move
If time don't tell you then don't ask me
I'm riding on a hurricane down to the sea
If you can't hear the music, turn it up loud
There's movement in the air and
Movement in the crowd
Bow legged woman doing the boogaloo
She got a jive, she got a move
Turn around, do it again
Bow legged woman, where you been
Fat jack owns a honky-tonk downtown
You can catch a woman if you hang around
You can tear down the door
Tear down the wall
Fat jack he don't care at all
Easy come, easy go any way the wind blows
He drummer, drummer
Can you give me that beat
Can you give me that beat
Got to move my feet
Guitar player been all around the world
But he can't play a lick
For lookong at the girls
One two three four five six seven
Well, you'd better change your ways or
Ou won't get to heaven
Eight nine ten, gonna stop at eleven
Eleven just lays around with seven
Some like this and some like that
And some don't know where it's at
If you don't get loose, if you don't groove
Well, your motor won't make it
And you motor wont moove easy come easy go
Any way the wind blow
And some don't know where it's at
If you don't get loose, if you don't groove
Well your motor won't make it and
Your motor won't move
If time don't tell you then don't ask me
I'm riding on a hurricane down to the sea
If you can't hear the music, turn it up loud
There's movement in the air and
Movement in the crowd
Bow legged woman doing the boogaloo
She got a jive, she got a move
Turn around, do it again
Bow legged woman, where you been
Fat jack owns a honky-tonk downtown
You can catch a woman if you hang around
You can tear down the door
Tear down the wall
Fat jack he don't care at all
Easy come, easy go any way the wind blows
He drummer, drummer
Can you give me that beat
Can you give me that beat
Got to move my feet
Guitar player been all around the world
But he can't play a lick
For lookong at the girls
One two three four five six seven
Well, you'd better change your ways or
Ou won't get to heaven
Eight nine ten, gonna stop at eleven
Eleven just lays around with seven
Some like this and some like that
And some don't know where it's at
If you don't get loose, if you don't groove
Well, your motor won't make it
And you motor wont moove easy come easy go
Any way the wind blow