Back up,
rock a little,
turn a foot to the music,
turn an ear to the ground,
turn around and see the behind,
turn around the rock, rock
a little more,

how long has it been
since you turned to rock a little
or a lot, backed up into 
rocking, one foot to the drums,
one foot to the bass,
hips to the drums, arms 
to the horns, eyes on the
prize, ears to the moment,
back it up back it up
back
it
up,

just a little, enough,
there, right there, 
rock that, a little bit harder now,
hold it, a little bit longer now;
now ease on back away from that beat,
getting Joe Tex on me now,
don’t get ahead of yourself,
ear to the ground,
foot to the beat,
mouth to God’s ear,
hum to the angel,
shout through the devil,
getting Jerry Lee Lewis
on me now, 

the Gospel as done by Hell’s chorus,

sing me up,
rock back into
the mouth to God’s ear,
black cavern with the light inside,
get lost in there, back it up,
lost nightclub, blacklight cavern
with the neon outside,
the flyspecked windows, the 
beer signs, 
getting George Jones on me now,
late for every gig, unfaithful
to everything but the music,
getting Buddy Rich on me now, 
rock a little more dominator,
your mouth to her ear, his ear,
getting all up in the reason beat came to be,
getting Brenda Lee on me now
with a broomstick temple censer going on ahead
while you rock behind, rock a little more headlong
into Saturday Night And Sunday Morning,

and damn, it surely has been a while.