When I was young, I never needed anyone. And making love was just for fun. Those days are gone.
Life is very short, and there’s no time for fussing and fighting, my friend.
But what if everybody was kung-fu fighting.
I mean, those kicks were fast as lightning.
(in fact, it was a little bit frightening)
Well, as long as it was on a Saturday night. I mean, Saturday night’s alright for fighting. Y’know?
I don’t know how you all do it, because, personally this thing called love - I just can’t handle it. Though I must get around to it, I ain’t ready.
Well, get ready! 'Cuz here I come!
I remember old flat top. He came grooving up slowly. He had joo-joo eyeballs. He’s one holy roller. He had hair down to his knees.
I always wanted a head with hair. Long, beautiful hair. I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy, snaggy, shaggy, ratsy, matsy, oily, greasy, fleecy, shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen, knotted, polka-dotted, twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied, bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied!
But that’s just me.
Well, it better be, 'cause I’m TNT. I’m dy-no-mite! I’m TNT, and I’ll win the fight. I’m a power load; watch me explode.
Every time I comb my hair, thoughts of you get in my eyes.
You’re a sinner, I don’t care. I just want your creamy thighs.
You’re knocking me out with those American thighs! Take a moment to share …
Hey, it was like lightning. Everybody was frightening, and the music was soothing, and they all started grooving. Yeah! And the man at the back said “Everyone attack!” and it turned into a ballroom blitz. And the girl in the corner said
“Boy, I wanna warn ya, it’ll turn into a ballroom blitz.”
Heave, I’m in heaven. And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. As a matter of fact, it seems that I find the happiness I seek. But only when we’re out together dancing cheek to cheek.
Dancing in the dark? Till the tune ends?
Waltzing in the wonder of why you’re here?
I just hope today won’t be the day the music died.
No, that was yesterday when we lost Ray Charles. In that vein, however…
Some of these old, sweet songs you folks are quoting keep Georgia on my mind. Y’see, other arms reach out to me, other eyes smile tenderly…but in peaceful dreams I see the road leads back to you…
Boy? Talkin’ bout a funny talkin’, honk-tonking Georgia peach?
But I thought all the lights went out in Georgia after they hung that innocent man. Or was that Massachusetts?
The lights went down in Massachusettes and out in Georgia. I believe that was also the night Chicago died.
The lights went down in Massachusettes and out in Georgia. I believe that was also the night Chicago died. Brother what a night it really was. Brother what a fight it really was.
Glory be!