Song Lyrics:

Lover, I’m off the streets
Gonna go where the bright lights
And big city meet
With a red guitar…on fire

She’s a candle burning in my room
I’m like the needle, needle and spoon
Over the counter with a shotgun
Pretty soon, everybody got one
And the fever when I’m inside her

And the fever
You can’t deny her

Burning, I’m burning
Yeah yeah. Yeah yeah.

Who can make that sound?
Only the Sun Ra Arkestra
Just back from the moon.
Yes sir!
And the Apollo and the moon were always meant to be together? No?
And this one got there first.
Sun Ra Arkestra.

Steve Bernstein. Right there.
Along with Hal Willner put this together, and Gavin Friday.
New York’s finest.
Listen to them! Unbelievable!
Priceless actually, priceless!

These are the dollars, they are my protection
These are the promises
In the year of election
Oh sister, I can’t let you go
I’m like a preacher stealing hearts
At a traveling show

For love or money, mo-money
love or money, money,
yo-money money money money money

And the fever can’t deny her