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  1. Wannabe

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This song was inspired by Jimi Hocking’s “I Wanna Play the Blues” along with some uppity little blues pianist from Fremantle who, upon telling him I'd love to sing the blues, dismissively said , ‘You gotta be pretty good to sing the blues’. Pfft, oh really ;)

Lyrics

WANNABE
Ever since I can remember
I’ve had music in my bones
Singin’ in the mirror
With a hairbrush microphone
Then I started listenin’ to the tunes
Of Hooker, Wells and Guy
And thought I wannabe a blues singer

I met a man in Perth
In a seedy little bar
He said ya wanna sing the blues girl
Well ya gotta be a star
So I got behind that microphone
And I knocked him off his feet
And said I wannabe a blues singer

They say ya wanna do it right
Ya gotta have it bad
Ya gotta feel the pain and heartache
Only given by a man
So if ya meet a nasty daddy
Won’t you send him my way
Because I wannabe a blues singer

Coz it’s a hard act bein’ super squeaky clean
Not a rap sheet on my record not a blemish in my sheen
Never killed no-one for money not for love nor in despair
And my heart lives in a castle not for sale not for wear
But I got a heartache in my pocket and a note here on my sleeve
That says I wannabe a blues singer

People told me I’d be perfect
Singin’ country songs
I thought I want that husky voice
I must be doin’ somethin’ wrong
So I started smoking cigarettes
And drinking gin
Because I wannabe a blues singer

Now I’m singin’ in a blues band
They call me Chubby Rae
Got the elevators pumping babe
Just listen to ‘em play
Still doin’ lots of dodgy gigs
For next to nothin’ pay
But I’m a fair dinkum, ridgy didge, hibernated, carbonated, percolated, ‘nebriated, genuine blues singer

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