Freddie: Feeling's gettin stronger Larry: Music's gettin longer too Rose: Music is flashin me Sly: I want to take you higher Baby baby baby light my fire
Boom shaka-laka-laka Boom shaka-laka-laka
Freddie: Feeling's nitty-gritty Larry: Sound is in the city too Rose: Music's still flashin' me Sly: Don't ya want to get higher Baby baby baby light my fire.
Boom shaka-laka-laka Boom shaka-laka-laka
Harmonica solo All ed: Higher!
C'mon light my fire Want to take you higher Boom shaka-laka-laka Boom shaka-laka-laka
Freddie: Feeling that should make you move Larry: Sounds that should help you groove Rose: Music still flashin' me Sly: Take your places I want to take you higher Baby baby baby light my fire.
Everybody is a star Who can rain, chase the dust away Everybody wants to shine Ooh, come out on a cloudy day 'Til the sun that loves you proud When the system tries to bring you down Every hand to shine tonight You don't need darkness to do what you think is right
Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba, ba-pa ba-pa ba ba, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Everybody is a star I can feel it when you shine on me I love you for who you are Not the one you feel you need to be Ever catch a falling star Ain't no stopping 'til it's in the ground Everybody is a star One big circle going round and round
Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba, ba-pa ba-pa ba ba, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba, ba-pa ba-pa ba ba, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ba pa-pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba pa-pa ba ba ba, ba-pa ba-pa ba ba, shine, shine, shine, shine
If You Want Me To Stay I'll be around today To be available for you to see I'm about to go And then you'll know For me to stay here I've got to be me You'll never be in doubt That's what it's all about You can't take me for granted and smile Count the days I'm gone Forget reaching me by phone Because I promise I'll be gone for a while When you see me again I hope that you have been The kind of person that you really are now You got to get it straight How could I ever be late When you're my woman takin' up my time How could you ever allow I guess I wonder how How could you get out of pocket for fun When you know that you never number two Number one gonna be number one I'll be good I wish I could Get this message over to you now
When you see me again I hope that you have been The kind of person you really are now I'll be so good I wish I could Get the message over to you now
Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong My own beliefs are in my song The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then Makes no difference what group I'm in I am everyday people, yeah yeah There is a blue one who can't accept the green one For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one And different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee Oh sha sha - we got to live together I am no better and neither are you We are the same whatever we do You love me you hate me you know me and then You can't figure out the bag l'm in I am everyday people, yeah yeah There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair For bein' such a rich one that will not help the poor one And different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee Oh sha sha-we got to live together There is a yellow one that won't accept the black one That won't accept the red one that won't accept the white one And different strokes for different folks
Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be) When I was just a little girl I asked my Mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?" Here's what she said to me:
"Oue sera sera, Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be."
When I grew up and fell in love I asked my lover, "What will I be? Will I have rainbows Day after day" Here's what my lover said:
"Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be."
Now I have children of my own, They ask their Mother, "What will I be? Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?" I tell them tenderly:
"Que sera sera, Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be."
Sometimes I'm right and I can be wrong My own beliefs are in my song The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then Makes no difference what group I'm in I am everyday people, yeah yeah There is a blue one who can't accept the green one For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one And different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee Oh sha sha - we got to live together I am no better and neither are you We are the same whatever we do You love me you hate me you know me and then You can't figure out the bag l'm in I am everyday people, yeah yeah There is a long hair that doesn't like the short hair For bein' such a rich one that will not help the poor one And different strokes for different folks And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee Oh sha sha-we got to live together There is a yellow one that won't accept the black one That won't accept the red one that won't accept the white one And different strokes for different folks
