1.Abie Baby
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and
all
And pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease
I's free now, thanks to yo' Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the
slaves
Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and
all
And pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease
I's free now, thanks to yo' Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the
slaves
Yeah yeah yeah, emanci motherfuckin' pator of the slaves
Yeah yeah yeah, emanci motherfuckin' pator of the slaves
Four score and seven years ago
Our forefathers brought forth upon this continent, a new nation
Conceived in liberty and dedicated to the one I love
Dedicated to the proposition that all men
All men, all men are created equal
Yeah yea yea yea
Happy birthday, Abie baby, happy birthday to you, yeah yeah
Happy birthday, Abie baby, happy birthday to you, yeah
Happy birthday, Abie baby, happy birthday to you, oww yeah
Happy birthday, Abie baby, happy birthday to you, bang
2.Ain't Got No (Reprise)
Ain't got no grass Can't take no trip
Ain't got no acid Can't blow my mind
Ain't got no clothes You're full of puss
Ain't got no pad You're full of piss
Ain't got no apples We got balls
Ain't got no knife Can't cut you up
Ain't got no guns We got bananas
Ain't got no garbage White trash
Ain't got no draft card Burned it burned it burned it
Ain't got no earth
Ain't got no fun
Ain't got no bike
Ain't got no pimples
Ain't got no trees
Ain't got no air
Ain't got no water
City
banjo
toothpicks
shoelaces
teachers
football
telephone
records
doctor
brother
sister
uniforms
machine guns
airplanes
air force
germs
M-1 (bang bang bang)
M-2 (bang bang bang)
A bombs
H bombs
P bombs
Q bombs
Chinese checks
Hindus
Bindus
Italianos
Polacks
Germans
Youse
Jews
Ups and downs
Vietnam, Johnson, high school, sex, coffee, books, food,
scissors,
magazines, news, cigarettes, cancer, LSD, 007S, Supermans,
Batmans,
Castros, subways, conedisons, Hollywood, napalm, Tuesday Weld,
Burton-Taylor, pop art, pop off, popcorn, popsicle, Andy Warpop,
pop
paper, pop up, Popeye, poppers, lipstick, dresses, combs,
glasses,
leather, sandals, harmonicas, England, outer space, astronauts,
Jesus,
air, air, air, air, air, air...
3.Air
Lyricist：Arthur Terence Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
Welcome, sulfur dioxide
Hello, carbon monoxide
The air, the air is everywhere
Breath deep while you sleep, breath deep
Bless you alcohol bloodstream
Save me nicotine lung steam
Incense, incense is in the air
Breath deep while you sleep breath deep
Cataclysmic ectoplasm, fall out atomic orgasm
Vapor and fume at the stone of my tomb
Breathing like a southern perfume
Eating at the stone of my tomb
Welcome, sulfur dioxide
Hello, carbon monoxide
The air, the air is everywhere
Breath deep while you sleep, breath deep
Deep, deep, deep, deep
All you have to do
Is give up all desires
All you have to do
Is say Om
Stay home
Say Om
Everyone should be Buddha
We are all one
No more war toys
Use high octane
And feel the tiger in your tank
Hustling is an honest profession
Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee
Blessed art thou among women
And blessed is the fruit of thy womb (of the loom)
Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us sinners
Now and at the hour of our death
5.Aquarius
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
When the moon is in the seventh hour
And Jupiter aligns with the Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
The age of Aquarius, Aquarius, Aquarius
Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystals revelations
And the minds true liberation
Aquarius, Aquarius
When the moon is in the seventh hour
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars
This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius
The age of Aquarius, Aquarius, Aquarius
Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystals revelations
And the minds true liberation
Aquarius, Aquarius, Aquarius
Aquarius, Aquarius
6.Be-In
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna
Krishna, Krishna, Hare, Hare
Hare Rama, Hare Rama
Rama, Rama, Hare, Hare
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna
Krishna, Krishna, Hare, Hare
Hare Rama, Hare Rama
Rama, Rama, Hare, Hare
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna
Krishna, Krishna, Hare, Hare
Hare Rama, Hare Rama
Rama, Rama, Hare, Hare
Love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
Drop out, drop out
Drop out, drop out
Be in, be in, be in, be in
Take trips, get high
Laugh, joke and good bye
Beat drums and old tin pots
I'm high on you know what
Take trips, get high
Laugh, joke and good bye
Beat drums and old tin pots
I'm high on you know what
Take trips, get high
Laugh, joke and good bye
Beat drums and old tin pots
I'm high on you know what
Marijuana, marijuana
Juana, juana, mari, mari
Marijuana, marijuana
Juana, juana, mari, mari
Beads, flowers
Freedom, happiness
Beads, flowers
Freedom, happiness
Beads, flowers
Freedom, happiness
Beads, flowers
Freedom, happiness
7.Black Boys
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
Black boys are delicious
Chocolate flavored love
Licorice lips like candy
Keep my cocoa handy
I have such a sweet tooth
When it comes to love
Once I tried a diet
Of quiet, rest, no sweets
But I went nearly crazy
And I went clearly crazy
Because I really craved for
Chocolate flavored treats, oow
Black boys are nutritious
(Nutritious)
Black boys fill me up
(Up)
Black boys are so damn yummy
They satisfy my tummy
I have such a sweet tooth
When it comes to love
Black black, black black
Black black, black black
Black boys
8.Colored Spade
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
I'm
Colored spade
A nigger
A black nigger
A jungle bunny
Jigaboo coon
Pickaninny mau mau
Uncle Tom
Aunt Jemima
Little black Sambo
Cotton pickin'
Swamp Guinea
Junk man
Shoeshine boy
Elevator operator
Table cleaner
At 'Horn and Hardart'
Slave voodoo
Zombie
Ubangi lipped
Flat nose
Tap dancin'
Resident of Harlem
And President of
The United States of Love auh
President of
The United States of Love
Then she
If I'd this man to dinner, you're gonna have feed him
Watermelon
Hominy grits
An' shortnin' bread
Alligator ribs
Some pig tails haa
Some black eyed peas
Long hot chili ha
Some watermelon
Hominy grits
Shortnin' bread
Alligator ribs
Pig tails
Black eyed peas
Long hot chili
Said if you don't watch out
The boogie man will get you
Boo, boo
Solid
Rock solid, you say
Dead end
Don't walk
Keep out
Red light
Steep cliff
Beware
Mad dog
Blind man
Warning land mine
High voltage line
Don't make a pass
Keep of the grass
Detour
Wet paint
Hands off
Dead end
Men working
Dead end
No standing
Dead end
No parking
Dead end
No smoking
Dead end
No joking
Dead end
No more suffering
No more pain
We gotta get on board that freedom train
Give up that prejudice, hate
It's a heartbreakin' load
And all that violence and greed is stuff we don't need
Oh it's gotta be the end of that old mean road
It's a dead dead dead dead end
My Friend
10.Donna
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
Oh, once upon a looking-for-Donna-time
There was a sixteen year old virgin
Oh, Donna, oh, oh, Donna, oh, oh, oh
Looking for my Donna
I just got back from looking for Donna
San Francisco, psychedelic urchin
Oh, Donna, oh, oh, Donna, oh, oh, oh
Looking for my Donna
Have you seen
My sixteen year old tattooed woman？
Heard a story
She got busted for her beauty, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time
There was a sixteen year old virgin
Oh, Donna, oh, oh, Donna, oh, oh, oh
Looking for my Donna
I've been to India and saw the yogi light
In South America the Indian smoke glows bright
I'm reincarnated and so are we all
And in this lifetime we'll rise before we fall, fall
Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time
There was a sixteen year old virgin
Oh, Donna, oh, oh, Donna, oh, oh, oh
Looking for my Donna
And I'm gonna show her life on earth can be sweet
Gonna lay my mutated self at her feet
And I'm gonna love her, make love to her
Till the sky turns brown
I'm evolving, I'm evolving through the drugs
That you put down
Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time
There was a sixteen year old virgin
Oh, Donna, oh, oh, Donna, oh, oh, oh
Looking for my Donna, looking for my Donna
Looking for my Donna, Donna
11.Don't Put It Down
Om mane padme om
On mane padme om
Folding the flag means taking care of the nation.
Folding the flag is putting it to bed for the night.
I fell through a hole in the flag
I'm falling through a hole in the flag
Help!
Don't put it down
Best one around
Crazy for the red blue and white
Crazy for the red blue and white
You look at me
What do you see
Crazy for the white red and blue
Crazy for the white red and blue
Cause I look different
You think I'm subversive
Crazy for the blue white and red
Crazy for the blue white and red
My heart beats true
For the red white and blue
Crazy for the blue white and red
Crazy for the blue white and red
And yellow fringe
Crazy for the blue white red and yellow
12.Easy To Be Hard
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
How can people be so heartless？
How can people be so cruel？
Easy to be hard
Easy to be cold
How can people have no feelings？
How can they ignore their friends？
Easy to be proud
Easy to say no
And especially people who care about strangers
Who care about evil and social injustice
Do you only care about the bleeding crowd？
How about a needing friend？
I need a friend
How can people be so heartless？
You know I'm hung up on you
Easy to give in
Easy to help out
And especially people who care about strangers
Who say they care about social injustice
Do you only care about the bleeding crowd？
How about a needing friend？
I need a friend
How can people have no feelings？
How can they ignore their friends？
Easy to be hard
Easy to be cold
Easy to be proud
Easy to say no
13.Electric Blues
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
Tell me who do you love man？
Tell me what man？
Tell me what's it you love man？
An old fashioned melody
Tell me what's it that moves you？
Tell me what's it that grooves you？
An old fashioned melody
But old songs leave you dead
We sell our souls for bread
We're all encased in sonic armor
Beltin' it out through chrome grenades
Miles and miles of Medusan chord
The electronic sonic boom
It's what's happening baby
It's where it's at, Daddy
They chain you and brainwash you
When you least suspect it
They feed your mass media
The age is electric
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
Thump, rackety, rack whop
Rock, folk rock, rhythm and blues
Electronics explodin', rackety clack
Thump, rackety, rack whop
Plugged in, turned on
Thump, rackety, rack whop
Rock, folk rock, rhythm and blues
Electronics explodin', rackety clack
Thump, rackety, rack whop
Plugged in, turned on
We're all encased in sonic armor
Beltin' it out through chrome grenades
Miles and miles of Medusan chord
The electronic sonic boom
It's what's happening baby
It's where it's at Daddy
They chain you and brainwash you
When you least suspect it
They feed your mass media
The age is electric
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
I got the electric blues
Electric blues
Electric blues
Electric blues
...
14.Frank Mills
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
I met a boy called Frank Mills
On September twelfth right here
In front of the Waverly
But unfortunately, I lost his address
He was last seen with his friend
A drummer, he resembles George Harrison of the Beatles
But he wears his hair
Tied in a small bow at the back
I love him but it embarrasses me
To walk down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And wears this white crash helmet
He has golden chains on his leather jacket
And on the back oh written the names
Mary and Mom
And hell's angels
I would gratefully
Appreciate it if you see him, tell him
I'm in the park with my girlfriend
And please
Tell him Angela and I
Don't want the two dollars back
Just him
15.Going Down
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
Me and Lucifer, Lucifer and me
Just like the angel that fell
Banished forever to hell
Today how I've been expelled
From high school heaven
Elevator going down
Going down, going down
Everybody going down
Going down, going down
High school dropout, don't give up
Dial 007-7390 for our free booklet
Telling how you can get it at home
This is my doom, my humiliation
October not June and it's summer vacation
Such a disgrace, how can I face the nation？
Why should this pain bring me such strange elation？
Everybody going down
Going down, going down
Everybody going down
Going down, going down
Emancipation, proclamation
Oh Dr. Lincoln, my head needs shrinkin'
Lu-Lu-Lucifer and me
Doomed from here to eternity
Everybody going down
Down, down, going down
Everybody going down
Down, down, going down
Down, down, everybody going
Down, down, everybody going
(Down, down, everybody going)
Forgive me if I don't cry
(Down, down, everybody going)
It's like the fourth of July
(Down, down, everybody going)
Thank God that angels can fly
Down, down, down, going
Down, down, down, going
Down, down, down, going down
16.Good Morning Starshine
Lyricist：J Broussolle, Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
Good morning starshine
The earth says, 'Hello'
You twinkle above us
We twinkle below
Good morning starshine
You lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song
Gliddy, glub, gloopy
Nibby, nabby, noopy
La, la, la, lo, lo
Sabba, sibby, sabba
Nooby, abba, nabba
Le, le, lo, lo
Tooby, ooby, walla
Nooby, abba, naba
Early morning singing song
Good morning starshine
The earth says, 'Hello'
You twinkle above us
We twinkle below
Good morning starshine
You lead us along
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song
Gliddy, glub, gloopy
Nibby, nabby, noopy
La, la, la, lo, lo
Sabba, sibby, sabba
Nooby, abba, nabba
Le, le, lo, lo
Tooby, ooby, walla
Nooby, abba, naba
Early morning singing song
Singing a song
Humming a song
Singing a song
Loving a song
Laughing a song
Singing a song
Sing song
Song sing
Song, song, song, sing
Sing, sing, sing, song
Song, song, song, sing
Sing, sing, sing, song
17.Hair
Lyricist：James Rado, Gerome Ragni
She asks me why
I'm just a hairy guy
I'm hairy noon and night
Hair that's a fright
I'm hairy high and low
Don't ask me why don't know
It's not for lack of break
Like the grateful dead, darling
Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming
Streaming, flaxen, waxen
Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair
Let it fly in the breeze
And get caught in the trees
Give a home to the fleas
In my hair
A home for fleas
A hive for bees
A nest for birds there ain't no words
For the beauty, the splendor, the wonder of my
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair
I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty
Oily, greasy, fleecy
Shining, gleaming, streaming, flaxen, waxen
Knotted, polka-dotted
Twisted, beaded, braided
Powdered, flowered, and confettied
Bangled, tangled, spangled, and spaghettied
Oh, say can you see
My eyes
If you can
Then my hair's too short
Down to here
Down to there
Down to there
Down to where
It stops by itself
They'll be ga ga at the go go
When they see me in my toga
My toga made of blond
Brilliantined biblical hair
My hair like Jesus wore it
Hallelujah, I adore it
Hallelujah, Mary loved her son
Why don't my mother love me？
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair
18.Hashish
Lyricist：Galt Mac Dermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
Hashish
Cocaine
Heroin
Opium
LSD
DMT
STP, BLT
A＆P, IRT
APC, Alcohol
Cigarettes, shoe polish and peyote
S-E-X Y-O-U, Wow
Hashish
Marijuana
Opium
LSD peyote
Thai stick and magical mushrooms and
Cannabis
Sativa
Alcohol, nicotine
Cough syrup
Shoe polish
Quaaludes and valium
Volcanic poppers and asprins
Smoking banana skins
S E X
Y O U
Wow!
20.I Believe In Love
Lyricist：Galt Mcdermott, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
I believe in love
I believe in love
I believe in love
I do believe in love
I believe that now is the time
For all good men, I believe in love
I believe that now is the time
For all good men to come to the aide of
My country, 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
God save
I believe in love
Do you believe in love？
Will you believe in love？
You better believe in love
I believe that now is the time
For all men to come to the aide of
Love, I believe in love
21.I Got Life
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
I got life, mother
I got laughs, sister
I got freedom, brother
I got crazy ways, daughter
I got headaches and toothaches
And bad times too, like you
I got my hair
I got my head
I got my brains
I got my ears
I got my eyes
I got my nose
I got my mouth
I got my teeth
I got my tongue
I got my chin
I got my neck
I got my tits
I got my heart
I got my soul
I got my back
I got my ass
I got my arms
I got my hands
I got my fingers
Got my legs
I got my feet
I got my toes
I got my liver
Got my blood
I got life, mother
I got laughs, sister
I got freedom, brother
I got good times, good times man
I got crazy ways, daughter
I got million dollar charm, cousin
I got headaches and toothaches
And bad times too, like you
Got my hair
Got my head
Got my brains
Got my ears
Got my eyes
Got my nose
My mouth
I got my teeth
I got my tongue
Got my chin
Got my neck
Got my tits
Got my heart
Got my soul
My back
I got my ass
I got my arms
I got my hands
I got my fingers
Got my legs
I got my feet
I got my toes
I got my liver
Got my blood
Got my guts
Got my muscles
I got life, life, life
Life, life, life
22.I'm Black, Ain't Got No
I'm black I'm black
I'm pink I'm pink
I'm Rinso white
I'm in-vis-i-ble
SOLO VOICE OTHERS ANSWER
Ain't got no home So
Ain't got no shoes Poor
Ain't got no money Honey
Ain't got no class Common
Ain't got no scarf Hot
Ain't got no gloves Cold
Ain't got no bed Beat
Ain't got no pot Busted
Ain't got no faith Catholic
Ain't got no mother Orphan
Ain't got no culture Man
Ain't got no friends Lucky
Ain't got no schoolin' Dumb
Ain't got no shine Dull
Ain't got no underwear Bad
Ain't got no soap Dirty
Ain't got no A-Train Jump
Ain't got no mind Lost it
Ain't got no smokes Shit
Ain't got no job Lazy
Ain't got no work Fine
Ain't got no coins Broke
Ain't got no pennies Beg
Ain't got no girl／man Horny
Ain't got no ticket Hustle
Ain't got no token Walk
Ain't got no God Good
Ain't got no father dead
Ain't got no T.V. honest
Ain't got no pizza starving
Ain't got no gallo nervous
Ain't got no sleep high
Ain't got no rhythm white
Ain't got no books lovely
Ain't got no socks nasty
Ain't got no sex ugly
23.Initials
Lyricist：Galt Mac Dermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
LBJ took the IRT
Down to fourth street U.S.A.
When he got there
What did he see？
LBJ
IRT
U.S.A.
LDS
LSD
LBJ
FBI
CIA
FBI
CIA
LSD
LBJ
24.Manchester England
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
Manchester England, England
Across the Atlantic Sea
And I'm a genius, genius
I believe in God
And I believe that God
Believes in Claude
That's me, that's me
Claude Hooper Bukowski
Finds that it's groovy
To hide in a movie
Pretends he's Fellini
And Antonioni
And also his countryman Roman Polanski
All rolled into one
One Claud Hooper Bukowski
Now that I've dropped out
Why is life dreary, dreary？
Answer my weary query
Timothy Leary dearie
Oh Manchester England, England
Across the Atlantic sea
And I'm a genius, genius
I believe in God
And I believe that God
Believes in Claude
That's me
(That's he)
That's me
(That's he)
That's me
(That's he)
That's me
25.My Conviction
Lyricist：Galt Mac Dermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
I would just like to say that it is my conviction
That longer hair and other flamboyant affectations
Of appearance are nothing more
Than the male's emergence from his drab camouflage
Into the gaudy plumage
Which is the birthright of his sex
There is a peculiar notion that elegant plumage
And fine feathers are not proper for the man
When actually
That is the way things are
In most species
26.Sodomy, Holy Orgy
Sodomy
Fellatio
Cunnilingus
Pederasty
Father, why do these words sound so nasty？
Masturbation
Can be fun
Join the holy orgy
Kama Sutra
Everyone!
27.The Bed
Oh the bed
Oooh the bed
Ahhh the bed
Oh the bed
Mmmm the bed
I love the bed
You can lie in bed
You can lay in bed
You can die in bed
You can pray in bed
You can live in bed
You can laugh in bed
You can give your heart
Or break your heart in half in bed
You can tease in bed
You can please in bed
You can squeeze in bed
You can freeze in bed
You can sneeze in bed
Catch the fleas in bed
All of these
Plus eat crackers and cheese in bed
Oh the bed is a thing
Of feather and spring
Of wire and wood
Invention so good
Oh the bed comes complete
With pillow and sheet
With blanket electric
And breath antiseptic
Let there be sheets
Let there be beds
Foam rubber pillows
Under our heads
Let there be sighs
Filling the room
Scanty pajamas
By Fruit of the Loom
You can eat in bed
You can beat in bed
Be in heat in bed
Have a treat in bed
You can rock in bed
You can roll in bed
Find your cock in bed
Lose your soul in bed
You can lose in bed
You can win in bed
But never never never never
Never never never never
Never never never
Never can you sin in bed!
28.The Flesh Failures, Let The Sunshine In
We starve-look
At one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes
Somewhere
Inside something there is a rush of
Greatness
Who knows what stands in front of
Our lives
I fashion my future on films in space
Silence
Tells me secretly
Everything
Everything
Manchester England England
Manchester England England
Eyes look your last
Across the Atlantic Sea
Arms take your last
embrace
And I'm a genius genius
And lips oh you the
doors of breath
I believe in God
Seal with a righteous kiss
And I believe that God believes in Claude
Seal with a righteous kiss
That's me, that's me, that's me
The rest is silence
The rest is silence
The rest is silence
Singing
Our space songs on a spider web sitar
Life is around you and in you
Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sun shine in...
29.Three-Five-Zero-Zero
Lyricist：Galt Mac Dermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
Ripped open
By metal explosion
Caught in barbed wire
Fireball, bullet shock
Bayonet, electricity
Shrapnel, throbbing meat
Electronic data processing
Black uniforms, bare feet, carbines
Mail-order rifles
Shoot the muscles
256 Viet Cong captured
256 Viet Cong captured
Prisoners in Nigger town
It's a dirty little war
Three-five-zero-zero
Take weapons up and begin to kill
Watch the long, long armies
Drifting home
Prisoners in Nigger town
It's a dirty little war
Three-five-zero-zero
Take weapons up and begin to kill
Watch the long, long armies
Drifting home
Prisoners in Nigger town
It's a dirty little war
Three-five-zero-zero
Take weapons up and begin to kill
Watch the long, long armies
Drifting home
Ripped open
By metal explosion
Caught in barbed wire
Fireball, bullet shock
Bayonet, electricity
Shrapnel, throbbing meat
Electronic data
30.Walking In Space
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
Doors locked
(Doors locked)
Blinds pulled
(Blinds pulled)
Lights low
(Lights low)
Flames high
(Flames high)
My body
(My body)
My body
My body
(My body)
My body
Red black
Blue brown
Yellow crimson
Green orange
Purple pink
Violet white
White white
White white
White white
All the clouds are cumuloft
Walking in space
Oh my God your skin is soft
I love your face
How dare they try
To end this beauty？
How dare they try
To end this beauty？
To keep us under foot
They bury us in soot
Pretending it's a chore
To ship us off to war
In this dive
We rediscover sensation
In this dive
We rediscover sensation
Walking in space
We find the purpose of peace
The beauty of life
You can no longer hide
Our eyes are open
Our eyes are open
Our eyes are open
Our eyes are open
Wide, wide, wide
31.What A Piece Of Work Is Man
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
What a piece of work is man
How noble in reason
How infinite in faculties
In form and moving
How express and admirable
In action how like an angel
In apprehension how like a God
The beauty of the world
The paragon of animals
I have of late
But wherefore I know not
Lost all my mirth
This goodly frame
The earth seems to me
A sterile promontory
This most excellent canopy
The air look you
This brave overhanging firmament
This majestical roof
Fretted with golden fire
Why it appears no other thing to me
Than a foul and pestilent congregation
Of vapors
What a piece of work is man
How noble in reason
32.Where Do I Go？
Lyricist：Galt Macdermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
Where do I go？
Follow the river
Where do I go？
Follow the girls
Where is the something？
Where is the someone？
That tells me why I live and die
Where do I go？
Follow the children
Where do I go？
Follow their smiles
Is there an answer？
In their sweet faces
That tells me why I live and die
Follow the wind song
Follow the thunder
Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes
Down to the gutter
Up to the glitter
Into the city
Where the truth lies？
Where do I go？
Follow my heartbeat
Where do I go？
Follow my hand
Where will they lead me？
And will I ever
Discover why I live and die？
Follow the wind song
Follow the thunder
Follow the neon in young lovers' eyes
Down to the gutter
Up to the glitter
Into the city
Where the truth lies？
Where do I go？
Follow my heartbeat
Where do I go？
Follow my hand
Where do they lead me？
And will I ever
Discover why I live and die？
I live and die？
Why do I live？
Why do I die？
Where do I go
Tell my why？
Tell me where？
Tell my why？
Tell me where？
Tell me why？
33.White Boys
Lyricist：Galt Mac Dermot, James Rado, Gerome Ragni
White boys are so pretty
Skin as smooth as milk
White boys are so pretty
Hair like Chinese silk
White boys give me goose bumps
White boys give me chills
When they touch my shoulder
That's the touch that kills
My momma calls 'em lilies
I call 'em piccadilly's
My daddy warns me stay away
But I say come on out and play
White boys are so groovy
White boys are so tough
Every time they're near me
I just can't get enough
White boys are so pretty
White boys are so sweet
White boys drive me crazy
Drive me indiscreet
White boys are so sexy
Legs so long and lean
Love those sprayed on trousers
I love the love machine
My brother calls 'em rubble
That's my kind of trouble
My daddy warns me no no no
But I say white boys go go go
White boys are so lovely
Beautiful as girls
Love to run my fingers
And toes through all their curls
Give me a tall
A lean
A sexy
A pretty
A groovy
A juicy
White boy
Oh ya give me one more
White boy
Yea yea yea yea
White boy
I'm not in love, come inside me yeah
White boy
Ooh yea give me one more
White boy
Ooh
White boy
Ooh
White boy
Ooh
White boy
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