Party people say, party people say, "Aye It's a new day, it's a new day" World is gettin' ready, everybody's ready, yeah! For a new day, for a new day, Celebrate and say Oh, oh, A-K! Celebrate and say aye, aye, aye, aye aye (aye) There's a feeling that I

You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope some day you'll join us And the world will be as one Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people living for today

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

But somebody's gonna have to answer The time is coming soon Why do the babies starve When there's enough food to feed the world Why when there are so many of us Are there people still alone Why are the missiles called peace keepers When they're aimed to

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

Round and round and round and round we go Why we can't be satisfied I don't know Some folks livin' in the country can't wait to get in their pickup trucks and go to town There's people livin' in a penthouse dying to get out in the sticks and ride around

Com, commotion Git, git, git, gone Traffic in the city turns my head around No, no, no, no, no Backed up on the freeway, I'm backed up in the church Everywhere you look there's a frown, frown People keep a-talkin', they don't say a word Jaw, jaw, jaw,

Behind those eyes of blue I want to know how does it feel You've made your mistakes And now your heart aches People may say you've had your chance And let it slip away But hard as they try There's a dream that won't die Maybe once in a while

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

In the ghetto On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The child needs a