Whoa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now
I feel good, I knew that I would, now
So good, so good, I got you
Whoa! I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you
When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can't do no wrong
And when I hold you in my arms
My love won't do you no harm
And I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, I got you
When I hold you in my arms
I know that I can't do no wrong
And when I hold you in my arms
My love can't do me no harm
And I feel nice, like sugar and spice
I feel nice, like sugar and spice
So nice, so nice, 'cause I got you
Whoa! And I feel good, I knew that I would, now
I feel good, I knew that I would
So good, so good, 'cause I got you
So good, so good, 'cause I got you
So good, so good, 'cause I got you
Hey
Oh-whoo
James Brown - 20 All-Time Greatest Hits! Album Lyrics
James Brown - 20 All-Time Greatest Hits! Lyrics
- I Got You (I Feel Good)
- Get Up I Feel Like Being A Sex Machine
- I Got The Feelin
- Mother Popcorn Pt. 1
- Give It Up or Turnit a Loose
- Make It Funky Pt 1
- Papas Got A Brand New Bag Pt. 1
- Think
- Its A Mans Mans Mans World
- Try Me
- Night Train
- Cold Sweat Pt 1
- Get on the Good Foot
- Papa Dont Take No Mess Pt. 1
- The Payback
- Say It Loud (Im Black and Im Proud) Pt. 1
- Super Bad (Pts. 1 2
- Hot Pants pt. 1
- Get Up Offa That Thing
- Please Please Please
Writer: JAMES BROWN, BOBBY BYRD, LLOYD EUGENE STALLWORTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Get Up I Feel Like Being A Sex Machine
Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thing (yeah, go ahead)
I wanna get into it, man, you know (go ahead)
Like a, like a sex machine, man (yeah, go ahead)
Movin', doin' it, you know
Can I count it off? (Go ahead)
One, two, three, four
Get up (get on up)
Get up (get on up)
Stay on the scene (get on up)
Like a sex machine (get on up)
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Stay on the scene (get on up)
Like a sex machine (get on up)
Get up, get on up
Stay on the scene (get on up)
Like a sex machine (get on up)
Wait a minute
Shake your arm, then use your form
Stay on the scene like a sex machine
You got to have the feeling, soon as you're born
Get it together, right on, right on
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
You said, you said you got the
You said the feeling you got to get
You give me fever and a cold sweat
The way I like it is the way it is
I got mine, don't worry 'bout his
Get up, get on up
Stay on the scene (get on up)
Like a sex machine (get on up)
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Bobby, should I take 'em to the bridge?
(Go ahead)
Take 'em on to the bridge
(Take 'em to the bridge)
Can I take 'em to the bridge?
(Yeah)
Take 'em to the bridge?
(Go ahead)
Hit me now
Come on
Stay on the scene, like a sex machine
The way I like it, is the way it is
I got mine, dig it, he's got his
Stay on the scene, like a lovin' machine
Stay on the scene, like a lovin' machine
Stay on the scene
I wanna count it off one more time now
(Go ahead)
You wanna hear it like it did on the top fellas?
(Yeah)
Hear it like it did on the top?
(Yeah)
Hit it now
Get on up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get on up, get on up
Stay on the scene (get on up)
Like a lovin' machine (get on up)
Get up, get on up
Taste (get on up)
Piano (get on up)
Taste (get on up)
Piano (get on up)
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Stay on the scene, like a sex machine
You got to have the feelin' (get on up)
Soon as you're born (get on up)
Get it together, right on, right on
Right on, right on (right on, right on)
Right on, right on (right on, right on)
Right on, right on (right on, right on)
Get up (get on up)
Get up (get on up)
And then, shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Can we hit it like we did one more time, from the top
Can we hit like that one more time
(One more time)
One more time
Let's hit it and quit (go ahead)
Can we hit it and quit? (Yeah)
Can we hit it and quit? (Yeah)
Can we hit it and quit? (Yeah)
Hit it
I wanna get into it, man, you know (go ahead)
Like a, like a sex machine, man (yeah, go ahead)
Movin', doin' it, you know
Can I count it off? (Go ahead)
One, two, three, four
Get up (get on up)
Get up (get on up)
Stay on the scene (get on up)
Like a sex machine (get on up)
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Stay on the scene (get on up)
Like a sex machine (get on up)
Get up, get on up
Stay on the scene (get on up)
Like a sex machine (get on up)
Wait a minute
Shake your arm, then use your form
Stay on the scene like a sex machine
You got to have the feeling, soon as you're born
Get it together, right on, right on
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
You said, you said you got the
You said the feeling you got to get
You give me fever and a cold sweat
The way I like it is the way it is
I got mine, don't worry 'bout his
Get up, get on up
Stay on the scene (get on up)
Like a sex machine (get on up)
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Bobby, should I take 'em to the bridge?
(Go ahead)
Take 'em on to the bridge
(Take 'em to the bridge)
Can I take 'em to the bridge?
(Yeah)
Take 'em to the bridge?
(Go ahead)
Hit me now
Come on
Stay on the scene, like a sex machine
The way I like it, is the way it is
I got mine, dig it, he's got his
Stay on the scene, like a lovin' machine
Stay on the scene, like a lovin' machine
Stay on the scene
I wanna count it off one more time now
(Go ahead)
You wanna hear it like it did on the top fellas?
(Yeah)
Hear it like it did on the top?
(Yeah)
Hit it now
Get on up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get on up, get on up
Stay on the scene (get on up)
Like a lovin' machine (get on up)
Get up, get on up
Taste (get on up)
Piano (get on up)
Taste (get on up)
Piano (get on up)
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Stay on the scene, like a sex machine
You got to have the feelin' (get on up)
Soon as you're born (get on up)
Get it together, right on, right on
Right on, right on (right on, right on)
Right on, right on (right on, right on)
Right on, right on (right on, right on)
Get up (get on up)
Get up (get on up)
And then, shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Shake your money maker
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Get up, get on up
Can we hit it like we did one more time, from the top
Can we hit like that one more time
(One more time)
One more time
Let's hit it and quit (go ahead)
Can we hit it and quit? (Yeah)
Can we hit it and quit? (Yeah)
Can we hit it and quit? (Yeah)
Hit it
Writer: Ronald R. Lenhoff, Bobby Byrd, James Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
I Got The Feelin
You come home late from work, baby
You wonder why it ain't on the table
After the day that I've had
I don't believe I'm able
You give me every little reason in the book
But there's one thing that I think you've overlooked
you say you're tired, well so am I
Baby you've got to try and
Meet halfway or we ain't gonna make it, baby
Meet halfway if you want to get it right
Meet halfway cause I ain't gonna take it, baby
Meet halfway in the middle of the night
Our love is kind of stalled, baby
But it aint about the sex
I'd trade the roses and the negligees
If we could just connect
I go deeper when you look into my eyes
There's a place where neither one of us can hide
And it's up to us to reinvent the game
Love it when you call my name and
Meet halfway, ain't no doubt about it, baby
Meet halfway, and we're halfway home
Meet halfway, got to scream and shout it, baby
Meet me halfway and I'll shake you to the bone
You wonder why it ain't on the table
After the day that I've had
I don't believe I'm able
You give me every little reason in the book
But there's one thing that I think you've overlooked
you say you're tired, well so am I
Baby you've got to try and
Meet halfway or we ain't gonna make it, baby
Meet halfway if you want to get it right
Meet halfway cause I ain't gonna take it, baby
Meet halfway in the middle of the night
Our love is kind of stalled, baby
But it aint about the sex
I'd trade the roses and the negligees
If we could just connect
I go deeper when you look into my eyes
There's a place where neither one of us can hide
And it's up to us to reinvent the game
Love it when you call my name and
Meet halfway, ain't no doubt about it, baby
Meet halfway, and we're halfway home
Meet halfway, got to scream and shout it, baby
Meet me halfway and I'll shake you to the bone
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Mother Popcorn Pt. 1
Popcorn
Popcorn
Popcorn
Look here, ha, good God
Look here
Do the popcorn and do the horse
Show everybody where you at, you gotta be boss
The way you do your little thing, step in a small ring
And jump back, baby, James Brown's going to do his thing, popcorn
Sometime, sometime I'm feeling low
Sometime I'm feeling low
I call another brother
Talking about Maceo
Maceo, blow your horn
A don't put no trash, ha
Play me some popcorn
Maceo, come on, popcorn
Some like them fat and some like them tall
Some like them short, skinny legs and all
I like them bold, I like them proud
And when they walk, you know they draw a crowd
See, you got to have a mother for me
Popcorn, a look here
There was a time when I was all alone
I had a secret, thought I was gone
Somebody done me, said, Now I see
What you are doing, brother, to stay ahead of me
And when I get burnt, ha, I use a salve
And when I want loving
A mother she got to have
See, you got to have a mother for me
Popcorn
Popcorn
Popcorn
Look here, ha, good God
Look here
Do the popcorn and do the horse
Show everybody where you at, you gotta be boss
The way you do your little thing, step in a small ring
And jump back, baby, James Brown's going to do his thing, popcorn
Sometime, sometime I'm feeling low
Sometime I'm feeling low
I call another brother
Talking about Maceo
Maceo, blow your horn
A don't put no trash, ha
Play me some popcorn
Maceo, come on, popcorn
Popcorn
Popcorn
Look here, ha, good God
Look here
Do the popcorn and do the horse
Show everybody where you at, you gotta be boss
The way you do your little thing, step in a small ring
And jump back, baby, James Brown's going to do his thing, popcorn
Sometime, sometime I'm feeling low
Sometime I'm feeling low
I call another brother
Talking about Maceo
Maceo, blow your horn
A don't put no trash, ha
Play me some popcorn
Maceo, come on, popcorn
Some like them fat and some like them tall
Some like them short, skinny legs and all
I like them bold, I like them proud
And when they walk, you know they draw a crowd
See, you got to have a mother for me
Popcorn, a look here
There was a time when I was all alone
I had a secret, thought I was gone
Somebody done me, said, Now I see
What you are doing, brother, to stay ahead of me
And when I get burnt, ha, I use a salve
And when I want loving
A mother she got to have
See, you got to have a mother for me
Popcorn
Popcorn
Popcorn
Look here, ha, good God
Look here
Do the popcorn and do the horse
Show everybody where you at, you gotta be boss
The way you do your little thing, step in a small ring
And jump back, baby, James Brown's going to do his thing, popcorn
Sometime, sometime I'm feeling low
Sometime I'm feeling low
I call another brother
Talking about Maceo
Maceo, blow your horn
A don't put no trash, ha
Play me some popcorn
Maceo, come on, popcorn
Writer: Alfred James Ellis, James Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Give It Up or Turnit a Loose
Baby give it up or turn it a loose
Huh, ha
Baby give it up or turn it a loose
Baby give it up or turn it a loose
Huh, ha
Baby give it up or turn it a loose
Huh, all right
Baby give it up, huh, turn it loose, ha
Yeahhh
Oh, no, no, no
Huh
All right
Oh, no, no, no, ain't no use
Baby, give it up, uh, turn it loose
Baby, feed your soul, turn it loose
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh
Yeahhh
Hold you tight, got to feed your soul
With all my might
I've to squeeze you
Hold you tight because I love you so
Baby, huh, give it up, uh, all right
Turn it loose
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Huh, ha
Baby give it up or turn it a loose
Baby give it up or turn it a loose
Huh, ha
Baby give it up or turn it a loose
Huh, all right
Baby give it up, huh, turn it loose, ha
Yeahhh
Oh, no, no, no
Huh
All right
Oh, no, no, no, ain't no use
Baby, give it up, uh, turn it loose
Baby, feed your soul, turn it loose
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh
Yeahhh
Hold you tight, got to feed your soul
With all my might
I've to squeeze you
Hold you tight because I love you so
Baby, huh, give it up, uh, all right
Turn it loose
Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Writer: CHARLES BOBBITT, CHARLES FRED BOBBITT
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Make It Funky Pt 1
What you gonna play now?
Bobby, I don't know but whats it ever I play
Its got to be funky!
Yeah!
One-two-three
(Make it funky)
(Make it funky) huh!
(Make it funky) I got-ta
(Make it funky)
Tell me it is
(Make it funky)
So it is
(Make it funky)
Got to do it now
(Make it funky)
I got to do it now
(Make it funky)
Oh yes!
(Make it funky)
Oh yes I got-ta (make it funky)
I got the need to (make it funky)
I want ta say now (make it funky)
Oh yes I got to do it now
(Make it funky)
Oh yes I got-ta do it now
(Make it funky)
The drum beat (make it funky)
Got-ta hear the drum beat (make it funky)
Funky with the beat (make it funky)
The beat (make it funky)
Ha! (make it funky)
Good Lord! (make it funky)
Aint it nice ha-ha-ha (make it funky)
Good Lord!(make it funky)
Take me home! (make it funky)
To the bridge (make it funky)
So funky I can't help it!
Neck bones-candy yams-turnips
Its for the snake!
Its for the snake!
Drift straight
Crackin bread, ha ha
Bobby, I don't know but whats it ever I play
Its got to be funky!
Yeah!
One-two-three
(Make it funky)
(Make it funky) huh!
(Make it funky) I got-ta
(Make it funky)
Tell me it is
(Make it funky)
So it is
(Make it funky)
Got to do it now
(Make it funky)
I got to do it now
(Make it funky)
Oh yes!
(Make it funky)
Oh yes I got-ta (make it funky)
I got the need to (make it funky)
I want ta say now (make it funky)
Oh yes I got to do it now
(Make it funky)
Oh yes I got-ta do it now
(Make it funky)
The drum beat (make it funky)
Got-ta hear the drum beat (make it funky)
Funky with the beat (make it funky)
The beat (make it funky)
Ha! (make it funky)
Good Lord! (make it funky)
Aint it nice ha-ha-ha (make it funky)
Good Lord!(make it funky)
Take me home! (make it funky)
To the bridge (make it funky)
So funky I can't help it!
Neck bones-candy yams-turnips
Its for the snake!
Its for the snake!
Drift straight
Crackin bread, ha ha
Writer: JAMES BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Papas Got A Brand New Bag Pt. 1
Come here sister... Papa's in the swing
He ain't too hip... about that new breed babe
He ain't no drag
Papa's got a brand new bag
Come here mama... and dig this crazy scene
He's not too fancy... but his line is pretty clean
He ain't no drag.
Papa's got a brand new bag
He's doing the Jerk...
He's doing the Fly
Don't play him cheap 'cause you know he ain't shy
He's doing the Monkey, the Mashed Potatoes, Jump back Jack, See you later
alligator.
Come here sister
Papa's in the swing
He ain't too hip now
but I can dig that new breed babe;
He ain't no drag
He's got a brand new bag
Oh papa! He's doing the Jerk
Papa... he's doing the Jerk
He's doing the twist ... just like this,
He's doing the Fly ev'ry day and ev'ry night
The thing's... like the Boomerang.
Hey... come on
Hey! Hey... come on
Hey! Hey... he's pu tight... out of sight...
Come on. Hey! Hey!
He ain't too hip... about that new breed babe
He ain't no drag
Papa's got a brand new bag
Come here mama... and dig this crazy scene
He's not too fancy... but his line is pretty clean
He ain't no drag.
Papa's got a brand new bag
He's doing the Jerk...
He's doing the Fly
Don't play him cheap 'cause you know he ain't shy
He's doing the Monkey, the Mashed Potatoes, Jump back Jack, See you later
alligator.
Come here sister
Papa's in the swing
He ain't too hip now
but I can dig that new breed babe;
He ain't no drag
He's got a brand new bag
Oh papa! He's doing the Jerk
Papa... he's doing the Jerk
He's doing the twist ... just like this,
He's doing the Fly ev'ry day and ev'ry night
The thing's... like the Boomerang.
Hey... come on
Hey! Hey... come on
Hey! Hey... he's pu tight... out of sight...
Come on. Hey! Hey!
Writer: JAMES BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Think
Heeeeeyow
Think about the sacrifices that I made for you.
Think about the good things I done for you.
Now think of all the bad things I tried not to do baby baby.
Think of all the wrong things you did to me too. Come on
THINK-about the good things baby.
THINK-about the wrong things maybe.
THINK-baby about the right things.
THINK-about the outta sight things.
Lady before you leave me realize I'm the one who loves you.
How much of all your happiness can I really claim.
How many tears have you shed for which I was to blame.
I I I dont remember what they brought.
I tried so hard to please you , at least thats what I thought. Come on.
THINK-about the good things baby.
THINK-about the wrong things maybe.
THINK-about the the things I would'nt do.
THINK-what I done for you.
Lady before you leave me realize I'm the one who loves you. Heeeeeey!
Think of all the sacrifices I made for you.
Think of all the good things wooo hoooo
Think of all the bad things I tried not to do.
When you get tired of me think about the good things done for you.Come
on Reeee!
THINK-babe about the good things.
THINK-just sit on down and.
THINK-just sit on down and.
THINK-just sit on down.
THINK-think think Heey heeeeeey.
THINK-just think on baby.
THINK-If you getting tired.
THINK-sit on down.
THINK-sit ahhhh.
THINK-heeyy THINK- heyyyy
THINK-baby THINK-yeah.
Think about the sacrifices I made for you.
Think about the hard times I spent with you.
Now think about the good things now think about the good things.Come on
now.
THINK-think baby.
THINK-and don't you forget to.
THINK-hey heyy. never never never make me fret.
THINK-think think.
THINK-heyy heeey
THINK-and don't you forget.
THINK-how much of your happiness.
THINK-can I really claim.
THINK- [fade out]
Think about the sacrifices that I made for you.
Think about the good things I done for you.
Now think of all the bad things I tried not to do baby baby.
Think of all the wrong things you did to me too. Come on
THINK-about the good things baby.
THINK-about the wrong things maybe.
THINK-baby about the right things.
THINK-about the outta sight things.
Lady before you leave me realize I'm the one who loves you.
How much of all your happiness can I really claim.
How many tears have you shed for which I was to blame.
I I I dont remember what they brought.
I tried so hard to please you , at least thats what I thought. Come on.
THINK-about the good things baby.
THINK-about the wrong things maybe.
THINK-about the the things I would'nt do.
THINK-what I done for you.
Lady before you leave me realize I'm the one who loves you. Heeeeeey!
Think of all the sacrifices I made for you.
Think of all the good things wooo hoooo
Think of all the bad things I tried not to do.
When you get tired of me think about the good things done for you.Come
on Reeee!
THINK-babe about the good things.
THINK-just sit on down and.
THINK-just sit on down and.
THINK-just sit on down.
THINK-think think Heey heeeeeey.
THINK-just think on baby.
THINK-If you getting tired.
THINK-sit on down.
THINK-sit ahhhh.
THINK-heeyy THINK- heyyyy
THINK-baby THINK-yeah.
Think about the sacrifices I made for you.
Think about the hard times I spent with you.
Now think about the good things now think about the good things.Come on
now.
THINK-think baby.
THINK-and don't you forget to.
THINK-hey heyy. never never never make me fret.
THINK-think think.
THINK-heyy heeey
THINK-and don't you forget.
THINK-how much of your happiness.
THINK-can I really claim.
THINK- [fade out]
Writer: BOBBY BYRD, JAMES BROWN, LLOYD EUGENE STALLWORTH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Its A Mans Mans Mans World
This is a man's world, this is a man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl
You see, man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
This is a man's, man's, man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl
Man thinks about our little bitty baby girls and our baby boys
Man made them happy, 'cause man made them toys
And after man make everything, everything he can
You know that man makes money, to buy from other man
This is a man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing, not one little thing, without a woman or a girl
He's lost in the wilderness
He's lost in bitterness, he's lost lost
But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl
You see, man made the cars to take us over the road
Man made the train to carry the heavy load
Man made electric light to take us out of the dark
Man made the boat for the water, like Noah made the ark
This is a man's, man's, man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl
Man thinks about our little bitty baby girls and our baby boys
Man made them happy, 'cause man made them toys
And after man make everything, everything he can
You know that man makes money, to buy from other man
This is a man's world
But it wouldn't be nothing, nothing, not one little thing, without a woman or a girl
He's lost in the wilderness
He's lost in bitterness, he's lost lost
Writer: James Brown, Betty Jean Newsome
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Try Me
Try me Try me
Darlin tell me
I need you
Try me Try me
And your love will always be true
Oh I need you (I need you)
Hold me Hold me
I want you right here by my side
Hold me Hold me
And your love we won't hide
Oh I need you (I need you)
Oh i need you (I need you)
Oh oh walk with me (walk with me)
Talk with me (talk with me)
I want you to stop my heart from crying
Walk with me (walk with me)
Talk with me (talk with me)
And your love stops my heart from dying
Oh I need you (I need you hoo hoo)
Darlin tell me
I need you
Try me Try me
And your love will always be true
Oh I need you (I need you)
Hold me Hold me
I want you right here by my side
Hold me Hold me
And your love we won't hide
Oh I need you (I need you)
Oh i need you (I need you)
Oh oh walk with me (walk with me)
Talk with me (talk with me)
I want you to stop my heart from crying
Walk with me (walk with me)
Talk with me (talk with me)
And your love stops my heart from dying
Oh I need you (I need you hoo hoo)
Writer: JAMES BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Night Train
I said I lost someone
But I know where I'm gonna find them
All aboard
All aboard
All aboard for night train
Miami, Florida
Atlanta, Georgia
Raleigh, North Carolina
Miami, Florida
Atlanta, Georgia
Raleigh, North Carolina
Washington D.C.
Oh, and Richmond, Virginia too
Baltimore, Maryland
Philadelphia
New York City
Take it home
And don't forget New Orleans
The home of the blues
Oh, yeah, night train
All aboard to New York City
Are you ready for the night train
Are you ready for the night train
I believe in something I did not know, I'm coming home now
Atlanta, Georgia
Raleigh, North Carolina
Washington D.C.
Oh, and Richmond, Virginia too
Baltimore, Maryland
Philadelphia
New York City
Take me home, Boston, Massachusetts, Boston, Massachusetts
And don't forget New Orleans
The home of the blues
But I know where I'm gonna find them
All aboard
All aboard
All aboard for night train
Miami, Florida
Atlanta, Georgia
Raleigh, North Carolina
Miami, Florida
Atlanta, Georgia
Raleigh, North Carolina
Washington D.C.
Oh, and Richmond, Virginia too
Baltimore, Maryland
Philadelphia
New York City
Take it home
And don't forget New Orleans
The home of the blues
Oh, yeah, night train
All aboard to New York City
Are you ready for the night train
Are you ready for the night train
I believe in something I did not know, I'm coming home now
Atlanta, Georgia
Raleigh, North Carolina
Washington D.C.
Oh, and Richmond, Virginia too
Baltimore, Maryland
Philadelphia
New York City
Take me home, Boston, Massachusetts, Boston, Massachusetts
And don't forget New Orleans
The home of the blues
Writer: JIMMY FORREST, LEWIS C. SIMPKINS, OSCAR WASHINGTON
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Cold Sweat Pt 1
Ha!
I don't care ha about your past
I just want ho our love to last dee
I don't care darlin' about your faults huh
I just want to satisfy your pulse
Oh
When you kiss me
When you mess me
Hold my hand
Make me understand
I break out - in a cold sweat
Ho! Uh! Ho!
I don't care about your wants
I just wanna ha! tell ya about the does and don'ts
I don't care about the way you treat me darlin' ha!
I just want huh! to understand me honey
Oh
When you kiss me
And ya miss me
You hold me tight
Make everything all right
I break out - in a cold sweat heh!
Mercy on me
Come on now
Brother
Put it, put it where it's at now
Aww
Let him have it
Uh!
Aww!
I don't care ha about your past
I just want ho our love to last dee
I don't care darlin' about your faults huh
I just want to satisfy your pulse
Oh
When you kiss me
When you mess me
Hold my hand
Make me understand
I break out - in a cold sweat
Ho! Uh! Ho!
I don't care about your wants
I just wanna ha! tell ya about the does and don'ts
I don't care about the way you treat me darlin' ha!
I just want huh! to understand me honey
Oh
When you kiss me
And ya miss me
You hold me tight
Make everything all right
I break out - in a cold sweat heh!
Mercy on me
Come on now
Brother
Put it, put it where it's at now
Aww
Let him have it
Uh!
Aww!
Writer: ALFRED JAMES ELLIS, JAMES BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Get on the Good Foot
Can't pass the people, can't pass the, hit me
Oh, get on down like
Uh, I wanna get on the good foot
Ho, good foot, I got to get on the good foot, ah
Going down to the crib, let all hang out
Where soulful people knows what it's about, ah
Going down to the crib and let it all hang out, ah
Where soulful people knows what it's about, ah
Where people do the sign and take your hands, ah
And dancin' to the music James Brown Band
They're dancing on the good foot
I got to get on the good foot
Got to do it on the good foot
Do it with the good foot
Said the long hair hippies and the Afro blacks
They all get together across the tracks
And they party
Ho, on the good foot
You know they dance on the good foot
Dance on the good foot
Ain't nothing goin' on now but the rent, ah
A whole lotta bills and my money's spent
And that's on my bad foot, whoa, uh
You know my face gettin' short and I got the blues
I got a funky job and I paid my dues on the good foot
Ho, on the good foot
I got to get on the good foot
Hey, on the good foot
Get on the good foot; come over
Hit it there; you got to get it, get it
Sharper now, uh
Come on, get it, ah, huh
On the good foot
On the good foot
Ho, on the good foot
Get on the good foot
On the good foot
On the good foot
Ho, get on the good foot
On the good foot
Get it there, get it there
Ho, now bass, play on it now
Come on, get it, ah, get it
Get on the good foot
Oh, I got to get on the good foot
Oh, get on the good foot, ho
Take care of business, sister; I'm your fella
Oh, get on down like
Uh, I wanna get on the good foot
Ho, good foot, I got to get on the good foot, ah
Going down to the crib, let all hang out
Where soulful people knows what it's about, ah
Going down to the crib and let it all hang out, ah
Where soulful people knows what it's about, ah
Where people do the sign and take your hands, ah
And dancin' to the music James Brown Band
They're dancing on the good foot
I got to get on the good foot
Got to do it on the good foot
Do it with the good foot
Said the long hair hippies and the Afro blacks
They all get together across the tracks
And they party
Ho, on the good foot
You know they dance on the good foot
Dance on the good foot
Ain't nothing goin' on now but the rent, ah
A whole lotta bills and my money's spent
And that's on my bad foot, whoa, uh
You know my face gettin' short and I got the blues
I got a funky job and I paid my dues on the good foot
Ho, on the good foot
I got to get on the good foot
Hey, on the good foot
Get on the good foot; come over
Hit it there; you got to get it, get it
Sharper now, uh
Come on, get it, ah, huh
On the good foot
On the good foot
Ho, on the good foot
Get on the good foot
On the good foot
On the good foot
Ho, get on the good foot
On the good foot
Get it there, get it there
Ho, now bass, play on it now
Come on, get it, ah, get it
Get on the good foot
Oh, I got to get on the good foot
Oh, get on the good foot, ho
Take care of business, sister; I'm your fella
Writer: FRED WESLEY, JAMES BROWN, JOE MIMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Papa Dont Take No Mess Pt. 1
Papa don't take no mess
Papa don't take no mess
Papa is the man who can understand
How a man has to do whatever he can, hit me
Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't take no mess, no
He don't take no mess
Now papa might grin
Drink a little taste of gin
Bet his last ten
On a little game of skins, hit me
Papa don't take no mess
Papa don't take no mess
Papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't take no mess, hey, hey
Papa digs the chick
If she look real slick
Papa rap is very quick
He definitely ain't no trick, oh yeah
Papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't take no mess
He don't take no mess
Wait, wait a minute, look at here
Papa, don't take, papa likes
Caught when one gets up tight
You know this is right
You got yourself bang, hit me
Papa don't take no mess
Papa don't take no mess
Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't take no mess
Oh yeah, alright
Papa is the man who will take a stand
Papa don't take no mess
Papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't
Look, take this
Papa didn't cuss
He didn't raise a whole lotta fuss
But when we did wrong
Papa beat the hell out of us
Papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't take no mess
Papa don't take no mess
I saw papa cry when he thought that I would die
Look at here
I saw papa cry when he thought that I would die
He says something was in his eye
I knew it was a lie
Mama said, mama said papa's smart
Papa got a whole lotta heart
And papa would do his part
When the game get hard, hit me
Papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't take no mess
Papa don't take no mess
Papa is the man who can understand
How a man has to do whatever he can, hit me
Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't take no mess, no
He don't take no mess
Now papa might grin
Drink a little taste of gin
Bet his last ten
On a little game of skins, hit me
Papa don't take no mess
Papa don't take no mess
Papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't take no mess, hey, hey
Papa digs the chick
If she look real slick
Papa rap is very quick
He definitely ain't no trick, oh yeah
Papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't take no mess
He don't take no mess
Wait, wait a minute, look at here
Papa, don't take, papa likes
Caught when one gets up tight
You know this is right
You got yourself bang, hit me
Papa don't take no mess
Papa don't take no mess
Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't take no mess
Oh yeah, alright
Papa is the man who will take a stand
Papa don't take no mess
Papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't
Look, take this
Papa didn't cuss
He didn't raise a whole lotta fuss
But when we did wrong
Papa beat the hell out of us
Papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't take no mess
Papa don't take no mess
I saw papa cry when he thought that I would die
Look at here
I saw papa cry when he thought that I would die
He says something was in his eye
I knew it was a lie
Mama said, mama said papa's smart
Papa got a whole lotta heart
And papa would do his part
When the game get hard, hit me
Papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't, papa don't, papa don't
Papa don't take no mess
Writer: CHARLES BOBBITT, CHARLES FRED BOBBITT, FRED WESLEY, JAMES BROWN, JOHN STARKS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Payback
Hey
Got to, got to pay back (the big payback)
Revenge, I'm mad (the big payback)
Got to get back, I need some get-back
Payback, payback (the big payback)
That there's payback, revenge
I'm mad
You get down with my girlfriend, that ain't right
Whoa, walkin', hollerin' and cussin', you want to fight
Payback is a thing you got to see
Hell, never do any damn thing to me
Sold me out for chicken change (yes, you did)
You told me that they, they had it all arranged
They had me down, and that's a fact
And now you punk, you gotta get ready
For the big payback (the big payback)
That's where I land, oh, for the big payback (the big payback)
I can do wheeling, I can do dealing (yes, we can)
But I don't do no damn squealing
I can dig rapping
I'm ready, I can dig scrapping
But I can't dig that backstabbing (oh no)
Now brother, get ready, that's a fact
Get ready, you mother, for the big payback (the big payback)
Let me hit hit, hit him, Fred, hit him
Hey, hey, hey
Lord, Lord
You took my money, you got my honey
Don't want me to see what you're doing to me
I can get back, I got to deal with you
Got to deal with you
Got to deal with you
I got to deal with you
Hey, let me tell you
Get down with my woman, that ain't right
You holler and cuss, you wanna fight
Look here
Don't do me no done favor
I don't know karate, but I know ka-razor (yes, we do)
Hey, get ready, that's a fact, girl
Get ready, you mother for the big payback (the big payback)
Hey, I'm a man, I'm a man
I'm a son of a man, but don't they tell you that papa can
Get ready for the big payback, hey (the big payback)
Hit me again
Lord, lord, hey
Get ready
I need it, I need a hit again
The same one, the same one, same one
Hit me back, Lord (the big payback)
Sold me out for chicken change
You said my woman had it all arranged
Tried to make a deal, but she wanted to squeal
But I had my boys on her heels
Saw her when she come in, told a lie
She broke down and she wanted to cry
I don't care what she does
Won't be doing just like she was
Take those kids and raise them up
Show 'em how to drink out the righteous cup
Take her, take that woman, it's one place she found
Just run that mother out of town
Make her get up, make her get up, get out
Make her get up, make her get up, get out
I'm mad, I want revenge, I want revenge, my (the big payback)
My patience ends, I want revenge
My patience ends, I want revenge
I want revenge, I want revenge (the big payback)
Can I get some hits? I need those hits
I need those hits, hit me
Lord, I need those hits
Carry on, carry on, playful melody (the big payback)
(The big payback)
Alright
(The big payback)
Got to, got to pay back (the big payback)
Revenge, I'm mad (the big payback)
Got to get back, I need some get-back
Payback, payback (the big payback)
That there's payback, revenge
I'm mad
You get down with my girlfriend, that ain't right
Whoa, walkin', hollerin' and cussin', you want to fight
Payback is a thing you got to see
Hell, never do any damn thing to me
Sold me out for chicken change (yes, you did)
You told me that they, they had it all arranged
They had me down, and that's a fact
And now you punk, you gotta get ready
For the big payback (the big payback)
That's where I land, oh, for the big payback (the big payback)
I can do wheeling, I can do dealing (yes, we can)
But I don't do no damn squealing
I can dig rapping
I'm ready, I can dig scrapping
But I can't dig that backstabbing (oh no)
Now brother, get ready, that's a fact
Get ready, you mother, for the big payback (the big payback)
Let me hit hit, hit him, Fred, hit him
Hey, hey, hey
Lord, Lord
You took my money, you got my honey
Don't want me to see what you're doing to me
I can get back, I got to deal with you
Got to deal with you
Got to deal with you
I got to deal with you
Hey, let me tell you
Get down with my woman, that ain't right
You holler and cuss, you wanna fight
Look here
Don't do me no done favor
I don't know karate, but I know ka-razor (yes, we do)
Hey, get ready, that's a fact, girl
Get ready, you mother for the big payback (the big payback)
Hey, I'm a man, I'm a man
I'm a son of a man, but don't they tell you that papa can
Get ready for the big payback, hey (the big payback)
Hit me again
Lord, lord, hey
Get ready
I need it, I need a hit again
The same one, the same one, same one
Hit me back, Lord (the big payback)
Sold me out for chicken change
You said my woman had it all arranged
Tried to make a deal, but she wanted to squeal
But I had my boys on her heels
Saw her when she come in, told a lie
She broke down and she wanted to cry
I don't care what she does
Won't be doing just like she was
Take those kids and raise them up
Show 'em how to drink out the righteous cup
Take her, take that woman, it's one place she found
Just run that mother out of town
Make her get up, make her get up, get out
Make her get up, make her get up, get out
I'm mad, I want revenge, I want revenge, my (the big payback)
My patience ends, I want revenge
My patience ends, I want revenge
I want revenge, I want revenge (the big payback)
Can I get some hits? I need those hits
I need those hits, hit me
Lord, I need those hits
Carry on, carry on, playful melody (the big payback)
(The big payback)
Alright
(The big payback)
Writer: James Brown, John Starks, Fred Wesley
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Say It Loud (Im Black and Im Proud) Pt. 1
Uh! With your bad self!
Say it loud: I'm black and I'm proud!
Some people say we've got a lot of malice
Some say it's a lot of nerve
But I say we won't quit moving until we get what we deserve
We have been bucked and we have been scorned
We have been treated bad, talked about as just bones
But just as it takes two eyes to make a pair, ha
Brother we can't quit until we get our share
Say it loud: I'm black and I'm proud!
One more time!
Say it loud: I'm black and I'm proud!
I worked on jobs with my feet and my hand
But all the work I did was for the other man
Now we demand a chance to do things for ourselves
We're tired of beatin' our head against the wall
And workin' for someone else
Say it loud: I'm black and I'm proud
We're people, we're just like the birds and the bees
We'd rather die on our feet
Than be livin' on our knees
Say it loud: I'm black and I'm proud
Say it loud: I'm black and I'm proud!
Some people say we've got a lot of malice
Some say it's a lot of nerve
But I say we won't quit moving until we get what we deserve
We have been bucked and we have been scorned
We have been treated bad, talked about as just bones
But just as it takes two eyes to make a pair, ha
Brother we can't quit until we get our share
Say it loud: I'm black and I'm proud!
One more time!
Say it loud: I'm black and I'm proud!
I worked on jobs with my feet and my hand
But all the work I did was for the other man
Now we demand a chance to do things for ourselves
We're tired of beatin' our head against the wall
And workin' for someone else
Say it loud: I'm black and I'm proud
We're people, we're just like the birds and the bees
We'd rather die on our feet
Than be livin' on our knees
Say it loud: I'm black and I'm proud
Writer: JAMES BROWN, ALFRED JAMES ELLIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Super Bad (Pts. 1 2
[ Featuring The Original J.B.s ]
Watch me ... watch me!
I got it!
Watch me...I got it
Hey!
I got somethin' that makes me want to shout
I got somethin' that tells me what it's all about
Huh, I got soul and I'm super bad!
I've got soul and I'm super bad
Huh
Now I gotta move that tells me what to do
Sometimes it's easy, ha
Now I gotta move that tells me what to do
Sometimes I feel so nice, I want to try myself with you
Ha, ha
I got soul and I'm super bad
Ha
I love, I love to do my thing,
Ha...and I, and I don't need, no one else
Sometimes I feels so nice, good god
I jump back, I want to kiss myself
I've got soul, huh, and I'm super
Hey
I said I'm super bad
Bridge, come on
Slap it down
And round and round
Up and down
All around
Right-on people
Huh, let it all hang out
If you don't brothas and sistas
Then you won't know
What it's all about
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Heeeeey
(scream)
Uh, come on!
(horns)
I got the something that makes me want to shout
I got that thing that tells me what it's all about
I got soul, ha, and I'm super bad!
I got the move that tells me what to do
Sometimes I feel so nice, I said I want to try myself with you
Ha
I, I, I, I,
I got soul, and I'm super bad
Bridge, hit me
Slap it down
And all around
Right-on people
Huh, let it all hang out
If you don't brothas and sistas
Then you won't know
What it's all about
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme,
(scream)
Huh, come on
Gimme,
(shout out band)
Said I'm super bad
A super bad brother
Good God!
Super bad
Writer: JAMES BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., CALDERWOOD, INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., CALDERWOOD, INC.
Hot Pants pt. 1
One-two One-Two-Three uh!
Hot pants- hey hot pants uh! smokin?
Hot pants- smokin? that-hot pants
That?s where it?s at a-that?s where it?s at
Take your fine self home
It looks much better than time
My fever keeps growin?
Girl you?re blowin? my mind
Thinkin? of loosin that funky feelin? don?t uh!
Cause you got to use just what you got
To get just what you want-a
Hey hu!
Hot pants! hey! hot pants smokin?!
Hot pants make ya sure of yourself -good Lord
You walk like you got the only lovin? left hey
So brother- if you?re thinkin? of loosin? that feelin?
Then don?t- ha
Cause a woman got to use what she got
To get just what she wants hey!
Hey hotpants
A-look a-hot pants won?t make ya dance
But as slick as you are-ah! YOU make the pants
Uh! hey brother- do ya like it?
The girl over there with the funky pants on ha!
She can ah! do the chicken all night long
The girl over there with the hot pants on uh!
She can do the Funky Broadway all night long
The girl over there with the hot pants on
Filthy MacNasty all night long
Get down hu! the one over there
With the mini dress ha!
I ain?t got time- I still dig that mess
Get down! but I like the hot pants
Hey! I like a hot pants
(Short Instrumental)
Ooooh! Bring it home!
One more! Hit me! Aaay!
Bring it home! Bring it home!
Oh uh! Bring it on home
Bring it on home...
Hot pants- hey hot pants uh! smokin?
Hot pants- smokin? that-hot pants
That?s where it?s at a-that?s where it?s at
Take your fine self home
It looks much better than time
My fever keeps growin?
Girl you?re blowin? my mind
Thinkin? of loosin that funky feelin? don?t uh!
Cause you got to use just what you got
To get just what you want-a
Hey hu!
Hot pants! hey! hot pants smokin?!
Hot pants make ya sure of yourself -good Lord
You walk like you got the only lovin? left hey
So brother- if you?re thinkin? of loosin? that feelin?
Then don?t- ha
Cause a woman got to use what she got
To get just what she wants hey!
Hey hotpants
A-look a-hot pants won?t make ya dance
But as slick as you are-ah! YOU make the pants
Uh! hey brother- do ya like it?
The girl over there with the funky pants on ha!
She can ah! do the chicken all night long
The girl over there with the hot pants on uh!
She can do the Funky Broadway all night long
The girl over there with the hot pants on
Filthy MacNasty all night long
Get down hu! the one over there
With the mini dress ha!
I ain?t got time- I still dig that mess
Get down! but I like the hot pants
Hey! I like a hot pants
(Short Instrumental)
Ooooh! Bring it home!
One more! Hit me! Aaay!
Bring it home! Bring it home!
Oh uh! Bring it on home
Bring it on home...
Writer: JAMES BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Get Up Offa That Thing
AAW!
Oh!
Say it now!
I'm back!
I'm back!
I'm back!
I'm back!
I'm back!
Get up offa that thing,
And dance 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And dance 'till you, sing it now!
Get up offa that thing,
And dance 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release that pressure!
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And shake it, say it now!
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release that pressure!
Get up off!
Ha!
Good God!
So good!
Ha!
Everybody ready?!
Follow me!
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And shake it, sing it now!
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release that pressure!
Get up offa that thing, (Ha!)
And twist 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you, sing it now!
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release that pressure!
Ha!
Get funky!
So good, uh!
I'm first to stop, ha!
I've told them now, ha!
Uh!
Ha!
Ohio player!
Can you hit it one time, check this out!
Get up offa that thing,
And dance to try, you better!
Get up offa that thing,
Help me!
Get up offa that thing,
And dance 'till you feel better!
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release that pressure!
Wait a minute!
So funky!
I need it!
That's a wiser brother
I know it sound good
Pretty darn good
Good God
Uh!
Ha!
Good God!
Darn good
Let me hear you say something!
You feel good!
You feel good!
Give it to me!
Huh!
Good God!
I want you all in the jam!
Gonna get you all in the jam!
Play that bad funk!
Show 'em how funky you are!
Play it JB!
Play it now!
Hey!
Get up offa that thing,
And dance 'till you feel better!
Get up offa that thing,
And dance 'till you, help me out!
Get up offa that thing,
And dance 'till you feel better!
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release that pressure!
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you feel better!
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release, say it now!
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release that pressure!
Wait a minute!
Hold it!
I feel good!
Oh!
Say it now!
I'm back!
I'm back!
I'm back!
I'm back!
I'm back!
Get up offa that thing,
And dance 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And dance 'till you, sing it now!
Get up offa that thing,
And dance 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release that pressure!
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And shake it, say it now!
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release that pressure!
Get up off!
Ha!
Good God!
So good!
Ha!
Everybody ready?!
Follow me!
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And shake it, sing it now!
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release that pressure!
Get up offa that thing, (Ha!)
And twist 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you, sing it now!
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release that pressure!
Ha!
Get funky!
So good, uh!
I'm first to stop, ha!
I've told them now, ha!
Uh!
Ha!
Ohio player!
Can you hit it one time, check this out!
Get up offa that thing,
And dance to try, you better!
Get up offa that thing,
Help me!
Get up offa that thing,
And dance 'till you feel better!
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release that pressure!
Wait a minute!
So funky!
I need it!
That's a wiser brother
I know it sound good
Pretty darn good
Good God
Uh!
Ha!
Good God!
Darn good
Let me hear you say something!
You feel good!
You feel good!
Give it to me!
Huh!
Good God!
I want you all in the jam!
Gonna get you all in the jam!
Play that bad funk!
Show 'em how funky you are!
Play it JB!
Play it now!
Hey!
Get up offa that thing,
And dance 'till you feel better!
Get up offa that thing,
And dance 'till you, help me out!
Get up offa that thing,
And dance 'till you feel better!
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release that pressure!
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you feel better!
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release, say it now!
Get up offa that thing,
And shake 'till you feel better,
Get up offa that thing,
And try to release that pressure!
Wait a minute!
Hold it!
I feel good!
Writer: DEANNA BROWN, DEIDRA YVONNE JENKINS, YAMMA BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Please Please Please
Please please please please
(please please, oh oh)
please, please, please
(please, please, oh oh)
darlin please do oh
oh yeah, I love you so
(please, please, oh oh)...
Please, please, please, please,
please, please, please, please,
please, please,
Darlin please
Oh oh
Oh yeah, I love you so.
I just wanna hear ya say:
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I
Darlin please, doh oh
Oh yeah, I love you so...
(please please, oh oh)
please, please, please
(please, please, oh oh)
darlin please do oh
oh yeah, I love you so
(please, please, oh oh)...
Please, please, please, please,
please, please, please, please,
please, please,
Darlin please
Oh oh
Oh yeah, I love you so.
I just wanna hear ya say:
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I
Darlin please, doh oh
Oh yeah, I love you so...
Writer: JAMES BROWN
Copyright: Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC
Copyright: Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC
20 All-Time Greatest Hits! is a compilation album by James Brown containing 20 of his most famous recordings. Released by Polydor in 1991 as a single-disc alternative to the Star Time box set, it features songs from the 1950s, 1960s, and 1970s. 16 of the songs from the album had previously topped the US R&B charts. The album itself peaked at number 99 on the R&B/Hip-Hop Albums chart after its release. In 2003, it was ranked number 414 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time.
Performed By:
James BrownGenre(s): Funk, R&B, soul
Released: October 22nd, 1991
Year: 1991