Nation to nation
All the world
Must get together
Face the problems
That we see
Then maybe somehow we can
Work it out
I asked my neighbor
For a favor
She said later
What has come of
All the people
Have we lost love
Of what it`s about

I have to find my peace cuz
No one seems to let me be
False prophets cry of doom
What are the possibilities
I told my brother
There`ll be problems, 
Times and tears for fears,
But we must live each day
Like it`s the last

Chorus:
Go with it
Go with it
Jam
It ain`t too much stuff
It ain`t too much
It ain`t too much for me
Jam
It ain`t too much stuff
It ain`t
Don`t you
It ain`t too much for me

The world keeps changing
Rearranging minds
And thoughts
Predictions fly of doom
The baby boom
Has come of age
We`ll work it out
I told my brother
Don`t you ask me
For no favors
I`m conditioned
By the system
Don`t you preach to me
Don`t scream and shout

She pray to God, to Buddah
Then she sings a
Talmud song
Confusions contradict
The self
Do we know right
From wrong
I just want you to
Recognize me
I`m the temple
You can`t hurt me
I found peace
Within myself

Chorus
Chorus

Jam jam
Here comes the man
Hot damn
This big boy stands
Movin` up a hand
Makin` funky tracks
With my man
Michael Jackson
Smooth Criminal
That`s the man
Mike`s so relaxed
Mingle mingle jingle
In the jungle
Bum rushed the door
3 and 4`s in a bundle
Execute the plan
First I cooled like a fan
Got with Janet
Then with Guy
Now with Michael
Cause it ain`t too hard to...