Blues and Rhythm

I saw this picture in a magazine With it's gold-plated grovers, such a clean machine So I, I did my homework and I worked like hell As the brown-eyed handsome man said, you never can tell I got that blues and rhythm, good enough to eat Sound and vision, hit me with the backbeat Blues and rhythm, good enough to eat Sound and vision, hit me with the backbeat Blues and rhythm, something for my soul My decision, give me rock and give me roll I started gigging in my early teens Sewed the red leather patches on my filthy jeans Got my first Fender tele, got my marshal stack My big head, knock 'em dead, I know where it's at I got that blues and rhythm, good enough to eat Sound and vision, hit me with the backbeat Blues and rhythm, something for my soul My decision, give me rock and give me roll Don't anybody listen anymore? I can still hear them banging on my bedroom door Is it too late to tell them? Will they understand? Calm down, come on 'round and listen to the band We got the blues and rhythm, good enough to eat Sound and vision, hit me with the backbeat Blues and rhythm, something for my soul My decision, give me rock and give me roll Jail house rocker, make you tap your feet Classic shocker, listen to the backbeat I got that blues and rhythm I got that blues and rhythm I got that blues and rhythm We got that blues and rhythm