Bad Breeze

Gather 'round people,

Listen up what I'm laying down

I know you know the changes

But dig this crazy sound

Comin' at y’all

'Bout to turn your head around

Here comes Mr. Mellows

Blowin’ that bad, bad breeze

You know, they call me Mellow Bellows

This box is my disease

When I touch them pearly knobs

You know I just can't help but squeeze

When I get to shake my bellows

You know I'm feelin' just fine

When I get to shake them bellows

You know I'm feelin' just fine

Now, go on, shake your bellows

Like I'm shakin’ mine

You can be my sugar, baby

You can be my cream

You can make me honey, sugar, baby

You can make me cream

I know you can't help but get down

When you hear that accordion scream

My baby scream

My baby shout

My baby watch that thing go in and out

Wake up, pretty mama,

Turn your right front burner way down low

You know, the stuff you cookin' up, baby

'Bout to make me pack my squeezebox and go

She got down on my case

She said I played all wrong

She sat down on my case

So I couldn't play my song

Well, I said, baby, baby, baby

Ooh, why don't you give me that thing you’re sittin' on

You heard the word

Go spread the news

I know you got just one question, baby:

“The gospel accordion to who?”

Wake up, pretty mama,

Turn your right front burner way down low

You know, the stuff you cookin' up, baby,

'Bout to make me pack my squeezebox and go

They call me Mr. Mellows

I’m blowin’ this bad, bad breeze

They call me Mellow Bellows

This box is my disease

When I touch them pearly knobs

You know I just can't help but squeeze