Won't somebody tell me Answer if you can Tell me what is the soul of a man? Was teaching the lawyers and the doctors I'm going to ask the question Please answer if you can Is there anybody's children can tell me What is the soul of a man? I've travelled

And so I can't keep this up I have had enough 'cause you can count me out Well I'm up and I don't know why But I guess that's all that counts Looking 'round as I'm holding my head And I'm in somebody's house The sun it hits like a punch in the face With

I believe you'll be somebody Someone I can call the one You gon be my only only I can see that you are watchin' I'm a make you fall in love Just sit back and watch me work, work, work, daddy Watch me while I work, work, work Yeah, now let me do my work,

I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to

'Cuz you can't (Ahh-ahh-ahh) get this stuff no more How many times does somebody lie Keep that in mind, when we say goodbye Got me a date with a supermodel. Ha ha ha I know, I know I figured "Fuck it" Dinner at the hotel, champagne bottle Steak and

Get someone you love? Get someone you need? Fuck that, get money I can't give you my soul 'cause we're never alone I don't want your body But I hate to think about you with somebody else Our love has gone cold You're intertwining your soul with somebody

That you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody

There were times we had it all I can't explain it away, it doesn't make any sense To know what it's like, I guess you gotta go through it I guess you gotta go through it, I guess you gotta go through it It doesn't matter, baby Loving you's a dirty job

Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Baby, so am I Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Girl, you're looking for somebody Somebody you can call on Call on when you need it

Bagpipes from Baghdad When will it ever cease, for Pete's sakes he's crazy, to say the least What's going through my mind half the time, when I rhyme, while blowing on my Somebody turn the vacancy sign on, 'cause I'm gone, blowing on my I run the streets