Eric Burdon
One day, once upon a time in bed
I sat still awake
Wishing her around upon my head
My eyes were wide open
To see her up and down on Monday
Oooooooooooh
Pressure! Pressure!
Ooh, You put her on this Earth expecting miracles
Expecting me to be like you when its not possible, I’m
Made up in your image, but I got limits, So I’m
Tied to my own ghetto, standing
In my gutter with nothing to show. So
Forgive me God
If I’m nothing at all without my Mojo.
Pressure! Pressure!
Ooh, you placed her on this Earth with Expectations
She dogs me out when she don’t get no satisfaction
Way past my limits just to get in it
So I’m tied to my ghetto,
Got me gutter bound with no place else to go, so
Forgive me God
If I’m nothing at all without my Mojo.
I asked my friends have they experienced
This kind of “Shut your mouth”
But I want to say It loud
Its gonna make me feel much better
If we’re feeling it together
Under pressure.
I’m a stomach I don’t know
Without my mojo.
I’m a stomach I don’t glow
Without my mojo.
Nothing at all
without my mojo
Stomach I don’t glow.
Without my Mojo (Pressure! Pressure!)
Forgive me God, its hard
Without my mojo. (Pressure! Pressure!)
Nothing at all
Without my mojo (Pressure! Pressure!)
Nothing at all
Without my mojo