Big Boy Groves: Bucket o Blood (1962)

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Big Boy Groves: Bucket o Blood (1962)

Most songs inviting you to club promise a great night with dancing and drinking and fun times to be had.

Ervin Groves from San Diego promising nothing of the sort with this song.

In fact this is one club which sounds like it would be a must to avoid because of the bodies stacking up.

The mention in the opening lines to the Chicken Shack is a reference to a song by Chris Kenner called I Like It LIke That (from the previous year, see clip) . . . but Groves seems to think that's a chicken shit option.

Think you're hard enough?

Then get down to the Bucket O Blood.

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