A friend of mine called up said "I finally had some luck. Could I have a minute of your time. I met a girl last night and try as I might. I can't get her off of my mind.
Papa, Why Do You Play. All The Same Old Songs. Why Do You Sing. With The Melody. . Cause Down On The Street. Somethings Goin' On. There'S A New Beat. And A Brand New Song.
It was one Saturday night in June now I clearly remember. I seen this whore that I met in December. The bitch didn't wanna give me no play. But she heard us at the concert the other day.