Lyrics
Big and Black and Blue
by Ellen Griffith, Copyright 1996
When I grow up, I wanna be just like Howlin' Wolf,
Or maybe B. B. King.
I wanna play a cryin', screamin' blues guitar,
And shuck and jive and sing.
I'll Shake My Moneymaker,
Sing the Mean Mistreater Blues.
I got my mojo workin',
I've already paid my dues.
But it don't seem right I gotta be short and white.
I wanna be big and black and blue.
I don't wanna clone another Rolling Stone,
I don't wanna be a Beatle.
Rock around the clock, all the white boys rock,
But I wanna be the real deal.
When I grow up, I wanna be just like Howlin' Wolf,
Or maybe Elmore James,
Or Sunny Boy, or Blind Boy, or Big Boy, too.
Hey, I know all those names.
I'll drink my whiskey straight,
I'll eat that greasy bar-b-que,
I'll pitch a Wang Dang Doodle,
Just like Howlin' Wolf would do,
Be a bad-ass dude with lots of attitude
I wanna be big and black and blue.
I don't wanna rap or croon romantic crap,
Can't be satisfied that way.
Til I get a grant for a blues transplant,
I ain't just jivin' when I say
When I grow up I wanna be just like Howlin' Wolf,
Or maybe Albert King,
I'll buy a darker suit and get a pork pie hat,
And shades and everything.
The chicks will come a-runnin',
I'll have greenbacks by the stack,
A diamond pinkie ring, of course,
I'll drive a Cadillac.
Smoke a big cigar, I'll name my own guitar,
I wanna be big, and black, and blue.
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