Stax Songtext
von Bruce Hughes

Stacks o′ stacks in your bell bottom slacks
You're so sixties radical black child
Ain′t no holding you back child
What you got in the sack child?
Maybe a heart attack

Got some tracks on wax if you wanna come back
We could relax and turn the phones on max child
I'll be Wolfman Jack child
You can act all Fleetwood Mac child
In your Skulls honey I


I'm sorry if I′m blowing your mind
I didn′t think we was wasting no time
I'm sorry if I′m blowing your mind
Just look me in the eye, it's easy baby
I don′t mind, I don't mind

I don′t mind stacks and stacks of leg bills
They can turn it all off 'cause I am under your deep spell
I don't mind eating those Mexican street bills
Just as long as you keep giving me
Your sweet sunshine and cheap thrills

You′re so laid back you forgot to unpack
You′re a true freak of the zodiac
Apotheosiac child
Got the bumper jacks, yours the Big Macs child
Your Similac


I'm sorry if I′m blowing your mind
I didn't think we was wasting no time
I′m sorry if I'm blowing your mind
Just look me in the eye, it′s easy baby
I don't mind, I don't mind