Text: Rory Gallagher. BBC Sessions. Jackknife Beat.

Shake it, baby, before it shakes you
Get it, baby and let it take you where you want it to
Don't say maybe, that just won't do
You say I'm crazy 'cause this music's got me feeling good

I got a fever, I don't need no cure
You're the doctor, I'm your patient that's for sure
For I'm your patient that's for sure

Hear it, baby, sneakin' on through
You'll know it, baby, when the music gets inside your shoes
It's too late, baby, what can you do?
Hear it, baby, [Incomprehensible]

Hear it, baby, sneakin' on through
You'll know it, baby, when the music gets inside your shoes
You know it's creeping up on you

We got a jackknife beat
Sounds like an ice cream truck rolling down a back street
We got the whole thing going like a pneumatic drill
The guitar man playing, he's fit to kill

We got a jackknife beat, a killer of a backbeat
Syphon off the syrup, let it take a back seat
What's cooking in the kitchen has come to a boil
What's brewing in the basement's bound to overspill

Shake it, baby, before it shakes you
Get it, baby and let it take it to where you want it to
Don't say maybe, that just won't do
You say I'm crazy this music's got me feeling good

You call it fever, but I got the cure
Your the doctor and I'm your patient that's for sure
I'm the patient that's for sure