Mama Said
Every single day
(I) hate to see you lonely
Losin' me this way
Lookin' for the man
Who stole my love from me
Gotta know the reason
Why my baby's leavin'
My pony won't go
Where I want him to go no more
Gotta make your mind up
If you're gonna stay
I don't see no sense in
Anything you say
Since you met the guy
Who told you I was wrong
You do all the livin'
While I do all the givin'
My pony won't go
He can't find no oats to eat
Gotta make your mind up
Every single day
(I) hate to see you lone
Lotto karamba Worldwide Epiphany 1.2
Worldwide epiphany
Worldwide epiphany, epiphany
Babies and bachelors, fishes, cabbages, and queens
Can't hear it comin', but we know what it means
Boats upon the ocean, every plane in the air
Never know just how or when, but we always know where
Give it up one more time for the king of soul
Let the good times roll, bring it on, bring it on
Dusk 'til dawn, the landlady's gone
Send the bill to the government, pack it in cement
Take it from the ground up, this is the last roundup
You can't win, and you can't break even
You can't be leavin' the game anyway
You've got to stay 'cause we came to play
It's a new gene, a new wavelength, or maybe it's a virus
Put the fire in us and inspire us
To trust and lust for the good life
And all that is required of us
Turn to the headline news as if we had a right to choose
To have no views as the rocket's red glare pollutes the air,
And we swear that it can't happen here
And we'll never be there
Killer bees finally make it to Tokyo
Juliet never made it with Romeo
But check out the video later
Terminator III's gonna preview the next fifty years or so
We got the right to know, which means
We got the right to misunderstand
And slant the plan to help our hand and man
They call it a culture, but it sucks you in like quicksand
Give it up one more time for the king of soul
Let the good times roll, bring it on, bring it on
Dusk 'til dawn, the landlady's gone
Send the bill to the government, pack it in cement