You ain't talkin' to Mrs. Jones You speakin' to Miss Wilson now Who's that knockin' on that door You better get away from that door I don't know nobody named Jones You're in the right church, brother, but the wrong pew Sam Jones left his lawful wife,

In a perfect world Brother, brother In a perfect, a perfect world In a perfect world, singing Touch gloves, yeah, it'll be alright I always knew you had a heavy heart You're taking me back to the start I saw your face in a photograph

We'll have to fight (We gon' fight) You're right, you're right, you're so right Africans a-liberate Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe) Brother you're right, you're right, We gonna fight (We gon' fight) Fighting for our rights Set it up in-a Zimbabwe (Zimbabwe) Every

Who's the black private dick That's a sex machine to all the chicks? You're damn right Who is the man That would risk his neck for his brother man? Can ya dig it? Who's the cat that won't cop out When there's danger all about

When you look me in the eyes Every thing's alright When you're right here by my side And tell me that you love me I catch a glimpse of heaven I find my paradise If the heart is always searching Can you ever find a home I've been looking for that someone