Transfusion:Nervous Norvus. (Real name, Jimmy Drake) #8 on BB Hot 100 on DOT Records in 1956. (It was banned on many radio stations..why, I don't know. But it was taken seriously in some quarters.) (***Someone requested this and I kept putting it off.. mainly because it's really stupid. Please bear in mind.. I didn't write it and the chords are those originally used in the song. It hit #8 and made a lot of money. Go figure.***) (Car engine revving up)ZZZZZZOOOOOOOMMMMMMM. #1. Tooling down the hightway doing 79..I'm a twin pipe papa and I'm feelin fine. Hey, man, dig that..was that a red stop sign? (Scrreeech-BANG, tinkle!!) Transfusion, transfusion, I'm just a solid mess of contusions. Never, never, never gonna speed again..slip the blood to me, Bud. #2. I jump in my rod about a quarter to nine..I gotta make a date with that chick of mine. I cross the center-line, man, you gotta make time. (Scrreeech-BANG, tinkle!!) Transfusion, transfusion, oh, man, I got the cotton- pickin convolutions. Never, never, never gonna speed again..shoot the juice to me, Bruce. #3. My foot's on the throttle and it's made of lead. But I'm a fast riding daddy with a real cool head. I'm-a gonna pass a truck on the hill ahead.. (Scrreeech-BANG, tinkle!!) Transfusion, transfusion, my red corpsuckles are in mass confusion. Never, never, never gonna speed again..pour the crimson to me, Jimson. #4. I took a little drink and I'm feelin right. I can fly right over everything everything in sight. There's a slow poking cat, I'm gonna pass him on the right. (Scrreeech-BANG, tinkle!!) Transfusion, transfusion..I'm a real gone paleface and that's no illusion..I'm-a never never, never gonna speed again..pass the claret to me, Barrett. #5. -rollin down the mountain on a rainy day. Oh, when you see me coming better start to pray. I'm a-cuttin' up the road and I'm the boss all the way. (Scrreeech-BANG, tinkle!!) Transfusion, transfusion..oh, doc, pardon me for this crazy intrusion. I'm never, never, never gonna speed again..pump the fluid in me, Louie. #6. I'm burning up the freeway early this morn..I'm passing everybody, oh, nothing but corn. Man outa my way, I don't drive with my horn. (Scrreeech-BANG, tinkle!!) Transfusion, transfusion..oh, nurse I'm gonna make a new resolution. I'm never, never, never gonna speed again..put a gallon in me, Alan. Oh, barnyard drivers are found in two classes..line crowding hogs and speeding jackasses. So, rememmber to slow down, today..hey, daddy-o..a-make that Type O, huh? Atta boy! (Scrreeech-BANG, tinkle!!) A fifties smash from Kraziekhat.