Resurrection Band - Hotfootin' lyrics

Summertime daze through blister street haze
Wing-tipping, fleet-footing, side-stepping
Ya gimme all your bad talk, boot-pumping
Brass button shucking and guffin'
Street corner preach to gum pop jive turkey
Trotting past that Main Street peep show
Banana-boat Buick blaring stereo can't drown
Out where he is saying

Jeremiah, just keep wailing to
Every junkyard hound
As long as he's got feet
He'll be hotfootin' around

Sidewalk stomping, quit your cussing
This is a bee-bopping, kazoo honking
Salvation Army one man band
Hammering guitar in his hand
Look at that dude with the silver
Boom box and the bad
Red baseball cap he wears it just so
He'll take your Seiko and sell
It back to you, just like that

Jeremiah, just keep wailing to
Every junkyard hound
As long as he's got feet
He'll be hotfootin' around
Jeremiah, just keep wailing to
Every junkyard hound
As long as he's got feet
He'll be hotfootin' around

"Brothers and sisters, " he tells then
"This broad way ain't the way to Heaven
You're so busy dying, you forget
You can be born again, "
"Hey, street preacher, let us be
" - he don't pay 'em no mind
In front of the bail and bond
Down any heel-romping mean street
Dude, you can't keep hustling God, no can do
That smells about as sweet as rose tattoo

Jeremiah, just keep wailing to
Every junkyard hound
As long as he's got feet
He'll be hotfootin' around
Jeremiah, just keep wailing to
Every junkyard hound
As long as he's got feet
He'll be hotfootin' around