Music is a world within itself With a language we all understand With an equal opportunity For all to sing, dance and clap their hands But just because a record has a groove Don’t make it in the groove But you can tell right away at letter a When the people start to move They…
Looking back on when i Was a little nappy-headed boy Then my only worry Was for christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes Would not get a thing We were happy with the Joy the day would bring Sneaking out the back door To hang out with those hoodlum friends of mine…
Everybody’s got a thing But some don’t know how to handle it Always reachin’ out in vain Accepting the things not worth having but Don’t you worry ’bout a thing Don’t you worry ’bout a thing, mama Cause i’ll be standing on the side When you check it out They say your style of life’s…
