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Wacko, spackle, backo
Who needs that shit?
On the floor sitting down instead of dancing
High on ecstasy instead of sex
Energy or the beating of the drum
Disrespectful to all the fathers
To where this music came from
Ah yeah
Blind to the ways they can't see
The garage, the shelter or Zanzibar
That's their loss
Now I understand why my father used to say
Remember the time, the good old days
When music was music and song was song
Where did we go wrong?
Ding dong, there goes the bell
From Dr. Love
There ain't no mountain high enough in Morell
Yeah
See we dance with rhythm
We raise our hands as if to say
The Holy Ghost was on that track
Run it back
Mr. DJ, Mr. Humphries, Mr. Johnson
Mr. Camacho
Much respect
We may have lost some space
And some of us may have died
We may have lost some space
And some of us may have died and gone to a better place
But we still will never ever
Lose our urban soul
Wacko, spackle, backo
Who needs that shit?
On the floor sitting down instead of dancing
High on ecstasy instead of sex
Energy or the beating of the drum
Disrespectful to all the fathers
To where this music came from
Ah yeah
Blind to the ways they can't see
The garage, the shelter or Zanzibar
That's their loss
Now I understand why my father used to say
Remember the time, the good old days
When music was music and song was song
Where did we go wrong?
Ding dong, there goes the bell
From Dr. Love
There ain't no mountain high enough in Morell
Yeah
See we dance with rhythm
We raise our hands as if to say
The Holy Ghost was on that track