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lyrics

MR. MOJO
Lyrics by Joel Eckels


Mr. Mojo, he’s got something to sing ya
Mr. Mojo, he took the place of my fingers
And played you a song, so you’d stay all night long
Mr. Mojo, he found someone who needs him

¬Chorus:
Here’s your chance, turn me loose
Better watch yourself, there’s a devil in me
Here’s your chance, turn me loose
Well, well, well, there’s a devil in me

Baby you want it
Oh yes, you’ve got it baby
That smile could light up the moon
Mr. Mojo likes the way you move
Looks like we found the groove
Brings out the devil in you
God help me

Never thought I’d call a devil no savior
Never thought I lost how to do you right
Girl, I wanna be your favorite flavor
You can crave it all night

Mr. Mojo
Baby, you want it
Oh, yes, you’ve got it baby

credits

from The Joy, The Pain EP, released May 15, 2010
Joel Eckels - vocals/guitar
Mark "Babyhead" Corben - upright bass/electric bass
Tamir Barzilay - Drums/Percussion
Shawn "Chinky Binks" Eckels - guitars
Adam MacDougall - keys
Dawn Thomas - backing vocals

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Joel Eckels Los Angeles, California

JOEL ECKELS writes from the depths of his soul. His songs are personal and truthful as he plays from the heart. His sound has a nostalgic quality while remaining unique and all it's own. Eckels draws influence from classic artists such as Bill Withers and Otis Redding, Creedence Clearwater Revival and Led Zeppelin. ... more

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