Memphis Thing

The boys in the garage bands
The boys playing in the bars
They're buying up the old Farfisas
They're strapping on guitars
They're turning back the pages
They're looking up the facts
They're praying at the altar of rhythm and blues
Bowing down in the church of Stax
It's a Memphis thing
It's a Memphis groove thing
It's a Memphis thing
It's a Memphis groove thing
Turn on the TV in this town, seems like yesterday
On the screen, was a ten piece band in shades and gold lamé
DJ introduced them
Spotlight hit the floor
The lead singer stepped out in a rhinestone cape and a ten inch pompadour
Mercy!
It's a Memphis thing
It's a Memphis groove thing
It's a Memphis thing
It's a Memphis groove thing
It's a Memphis thing
It's a Memphis groove thing
It's a Memphis thing
It's a Memphis groove thing
Drummer lays down the backbeat
Bass man makes sure that you can feel it in your feet
The guitar player makes it shake and sweat
And the singer sings it to you like a man possessed
I cannot explain it
Cannot tell you how
'Fraid it's something you'll never know if you don't know by now
London give you accent
L.A. give you gold
New York give you attitude
But Memphis gives you soul
It's a Memphis thing
It's a Memphis groove thing
It's a Memphis thing
It's a Memphis groove thing
It's a Memphis thing
It's a Memphis groove thing
It's a Memphis thing
It's a Memphis groove thing
It's a Memphis thing
Memphis thing
Memphis thing
It's a Memphis thing