I don't know what love is But I think I must have it bad Yeah, you know I don't know what love is people Whoa, but I think I must have it bad Yeah, you know some people say love is just a gamble But whatever it is, it's enough to drive old B. mad They

If we had Your eyes (if we had Your eyes) If we had Your eyes We’d see things right Then most things won’t be as they seem People judge from what they see If we could just see from Your point of view Can you spare some change is what I heard him say At

Some people want it all But I don't want nothing at all If it ain't you baby If I ain't got you baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything But everything means nothing If I ain't got you, yeah If I ain't got you with me baby

We were getting high Where were you while we were getting high? Someday you will find me Caught beneath the landslide How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Slowly walking down the hall Faster than a cannonball In a champagne

Make some good ol' love Ho na na na People, people Have you heard the good news There's people, people They're running just like you Today I say It's all that matters for now For you, and I

I've been lookin' for you baby, I've been lookin' for you baby All night long, all night long, all night long And all these pretty people up on El Cerrito Place They all got somethin' in their pockets, all got somethin' on their face Me I've been lookin'

Some kind of monster Are we the people? This is the voice of silence no more We the people This monster lives This is the cloud that swallows trust This is the black that uncolors us

Kick 'em when they're up Kick 'em when they're down Kick 'em all around Give us dirty laundry I make my living off the evening news Just give me something, something I can use People love it when you lose They love dirty laundry Well, I could've been an

Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered in oil Strummin' my six-string On my front porch swing

Clap your hands now Liquid spirit And fill your water tank Go ‘head and clap your hands now Un re-route the rivers Let the dammed water be There’s some people down the way that’s thirsty Watch what happens when the people catch wind Dip down and take a