RESPECT

Aretha Franklin

What you want
Baby, I got it
What you need
Do you know I got it
All I'm askin'
Is for a little respect when you get home (just a little bit)
Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home
(Just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)
I ain'tgonna do you wrong while you're gone
Ain'tgonna do you wrong cause I don't wanna
All I'm askin'
Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)
Baby (just a little bit) when you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)

I'm about to give you all of my money
And all I'm askin' in return, honey
Is to give me my propers
When you get home (just a, just a, just a, just a)
Yeah baby (just a, just a, just a, just a)
When you get home (just a little bit)
Yeah (just a little bit)
Ooo, your kisses
Sweeter than honey
And guess what?
So is my money
All I want you to do for me
Is give it to me when you get home (re, re, re ,re)
Yeah baby (re, re, re ,re)
Whip it to me (respect, just a little bit)
When you get home, now (just a little bit)

R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Find out what it means to me
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Take care, TCB
Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)
A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me, sock it to me)
Whoa, babe (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)
I get tired (just a little bit)
Keep on tryin' (just a little bit)
You're runnin' out of fools (just a little bit)
And I ain'tlyin' (just a little bit)
(Re, re, re, re) when you come home
(Re, re, re ,re) 'spect
Or you might walk in (respect, just a little bit)
And find out I'm gone (just a little bit)
I got to have (just a little bit)
A little respect (just a little bit)

Good Vibrations

Beach Boys

I love the colorful clothes she wears
And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair
I hear the sound of a gentle word

On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air
I'm picking up good vibrations
She's giving me excitations
Good bop bop, good vibrations
Bop bop, excitations

Good, good, good, good vibrations
Close my eyes, she is somehow closer now
Softly smile, I know she must be kind
When I look in her eyes

She comes with me to a blossom world
I don't know where but she sends me there
Oh my mymy, what a sensation
Oh my my, what elation

Got to keep those loving good vibrations
Happening with her

White Rabbit

Jefferson Airplane

One pill makes you larger

And one pill makes you small

And the ones that mother gives you

Don't do anything at all

Go ask Alice

When she's ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits

And you know you're going to fall

Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar

Has given you the call...

Call Alice

When she was just small

When the men on the chessboard

Get up and tell you where to go

And you've just had some kind of mushroom

And your mind is moving low

Go ask Alice

I think she'll know

When logic and proportion

Have fallen sloppy dead

And the White Knight is talking backwards

And the Red Queen's off with her head

Remember what the Dormouse said

Feed your head

Feed your head

Feed your head

Pleasant Valley Sunday

The Monkees

The local rock group down the street

Is trying hard to learn this song

Seranade the weekend squire, who just came out to mow his lawn

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday

Charcoal burning everywhere

Rows of houses that are all the same

And no one seems to care

See Mrs. Gray she's proud today because her roses are in bloom

Mr. Green he's so serene, He's got a TV in every room

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday

Here in status symbol land

Mothers complain about how hard life is

And the kids just don't understand

Creature comfort goals

They only numb my soul and make it hard for me to see

My thoughts all seem to stray, to places far away

I need a change of scenery

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday

Charcoal burning everywhere

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday

Here in status-symbol land

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday ... Another Pleasant Valley Sunday ...

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday ... Another Pleasant Valley Sunday ...

Another Pleasant Valley Sunday ... Another Pleasant Valley Sunday ...

Masters of War

Bob Dylan

Come you masters of war

You that build all the guns

You that build the death planes

You that build all the bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

I just want you to know

I can see through your masks

You that never done nothing

But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like it’s your little toy

You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther

When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old

You lie and deceive

A world war can be won

You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes

And I see through your brain

Like I see through the water

That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers

For the others to fire

Then you set back and watch

When the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion

As young people’s blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud

You’ve thrown the worst fear

That can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children

Into the world

For threatening my baby

Unborn and unnamed

You are not worth the blood

That runs in your veins

How much do I know

To talk out of turn

You might say that I’m young

You might say I’m unlearned

But there’s one thing I know

Though I’m younger than you

Even Jesus would never

Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question

Is your money that good

Will it buy you forgiveness

Do you think that it could

I think you will find

When your death takes its toll

All the money you made

Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die

And your death will come soon

I will follow your casket

In the pale afternoon

And I’ll watch while you’re lowered

Down to your deathbed

And I’ll stand on your grave

Til I’m sure that you’re dead

I Want to Hold Your Hand

The Beatles

[Chorus 1]

Oh yeah, I'll tell you something

I think you'll understand

When I'll say that something

I want to hold your hand

I want to hold your hand

I want to hold your hand

[Verse 1]

Oh please, say to me

You'll let me be your man

And please, say to me

You'll let me hold your hand

I'll let me hold your hand

I want to hold your hand

[Bridge]

And when I touch you I feel happy inside

It's such a feeling that my love

I can't hide

I can't hide

I can't hide

[Chorus 2]

Yeah, you got that something

I think you'll understand

When I'll say that something

I want to hold your hand

I want to hold your hand

I want to hold your hand

[Bridge]

And when I touch you I feel happy inside

It's such a feeling that my love

I can't hide

I can't hide

I can't hide

[Chorus 3]

Yeah, you got that something

I think you'll understand

When I feel that something

I want to hold your hand

I want to hold your hand

I want to hold your hand

I want to hold your hand

Okie from Muskogee

Merle Haggard

[Verse 1]

We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee

We don't take no trips on LSD;

We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street

But, We love living right, and being free

We don't make a party out of loving

But we like holding hands and pitching woo;

We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy

Like the hippies out in San Francisco do

[Chorus]

And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee

A place where even squares can have a ball;

We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse

White lightning's still the biggest thrill of all

[Verse 2]

Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear

Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen;

A football's still the roughest thing on campus

And the kids here still respect the college dean

[Chorus]

And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee

A place where even squares can have a ball;

We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse

White lightning's still the biggest thrill of all

And white lightning's still the biggest thrill of all

(In Muskogee Oklahoma US)