ONE, TWO, THREE

I was taken by surprise

When I was just a kid

Watching the approach of the nights

Expecting nothing to come of it

Life at Springfield, Massachusetts

Like water it used to flow

One morning the rhythm was set

As I turned on the radio

They called it rock and roll

It got right to my soul

But I never knew why

Except it was my life

All you know is that its got you

It went 1,2,3

Pretty mama

4,5,6

I miss you

7,8,9

Cannot get enough

10,11,12

I ain't got the blues

One, two, three

Come on baby

Four, five, six

A kiss

Seven, eight, nine

You're on my mind,

Ten, eleven, twelve

Tell me when

There are some folks who'd go crazy

To get power and more money

We've each got our own way of selling our soul

We pity them for the ignorance of it all

Whenever I hear the first bar of "Hey Joe"

I get hit deep down, more than any words I know

To put me in the same humor

It only takes the voice of Aretha

It wasn't just simple music

A language, a communion

A secular religion

It was our way of refusing

We had long hair down to our waist

We worshipped the same idols in the same place

We were heading in the same direction

The end of the rainbow, but in unison