Intro: 4 bars; harmonica enters on 3rd bar verse 1: Well I've got great big blisters on my bloodshot eyes From lookin' at that long-legged female up ahead Well what she does simply walkin' down the sidewalks of the city Makes me think about some stray cat gettin' fed She's got a whole lot of motion in her soul I know that her soul is not the place she lets it show () She's got that body, oh yeah She's got that motion, oh yeah She's gonna get me, oh yeah 3rd time add: She's gonna burn me, oh yeah She's gonna tear my soul apart and put big blisters on my heart And what a mighty crazy, cookin way to go verse 2: And I've got great big blisters on my fingertips From reachin' in my pocket pickin' out them bills And I've got tiny white blisters on my foot From tryin' to ease my nervous tension taking patent pills Well ever since we started runnin' round from bar to bar I just can't eat a bite to keep my stomach settled down repeat Chorus She's got a whole lot of motion in her soul I know that her soul is not the place she lets it show repeat Chorus w/extra 4th line; end cold on "go"