Lyric

I turn the corner slow

In a suit that fits me right

Chrome on my heel

And trouble in my eyes

Your name in the window glow

But I keep my cool tonight

Hold that line

Don't you let me pass

Neon on my skin

And the band leans back

Hammond backstreet, take me there

Hammond backstreet, feel the air

Blow that horn, let it sting

I'm the queen of this swing

Hammond backstreet, say my name

Hammond backstreet, burn that flame

You got that velvet grin

And a pocket full of lies

I got a Saturday heart

And a fire I can't disguise

The bass walks low with mine

While the sax cuts through the night

Hold that line

Don't you let me fall

When the brass comes in

I want it all

Hammond backstreet, take me there

Hammond backstreet, feel the air

Blow that horn, let it sting

I'm the queen of this swing

Hammond backstreet, say my name

Hammond backstreet, burn that flame

Slide in close

Let the organ talk

I been patient all week

Now I want that spark

One more time

Hands up high

Let the whole room know

I'm the last word

When the midnight rolls

Hammond backstreet, take me there

Hammond backstreet, feel the air

Blow that horn, let it sting

I'm the queen of this swing

Hammond backstreet, say my name

Hammond backstreet, burn that flame