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  1. Fire Up
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Lyrics

That old guitar under the stairs, my auntie left it there
To the basement I would crawl
I can still hear Grandpa’s call
Sunglasses and blue jeans, pretty eyes of green
Beehive hair-do’s, beetle bug cars
Oh lord, I see stars

Fire up, play some old time rock and roll
Before it all turned to noise
And greasy duck-tailed rockabilly boys
Ragtop down, so lonesome without you
Remember Sweet Lorraine
How we’d play that song over again and again and again

By ten I was getting paid for my living room matinees
That guitar was now mine on loan
I had a screwdriver microphone
Shine my shoes, shake my hips
That Elvis shirt that never quite fit
Leather jacket, blue suede shoes
An eight bar bridge and a twelve bar blues

Chorus

That old guitar under the stairs
My auntie left it there
Leather jacket, blue suede shoes
An eight bar bridge and a twelve bar blues