Well I'm lyin' in bed with the transistor radio
Listening to the super (?) soul a go-go
Man it was great, got to get it back, yeah
The time is now for a (???)
Gotta gotta gotta gotta have more soul
Gotta gotta gotta gotta have more soul
Gotta gotta gotta gotta have more soul
Gotta gotta gotta gotta have more soul
Got to have it, need it
Baby don't you know I want it
Well I feel it, hear it (?)
Baby don't you know, you got to know
Gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta gotta have more soul
On the radio, gotta have more soul
On the TV, gotta have more soul
In the movie theatres, gotta have more soul
In the White House, gotta have more soul
I said the White House, gotta have more soul
Said the White House, pink house (?), whorehouse, piss house (?)
Every station in the nation gotta have more soul
I've been searching, everywhere
I ain't found it but I know it's there
You know, sometimes I get the feeling that, that, uh, accountants and
lawyers are in
cahoots with the devil, yeah, they're in cahoots with the devil, to
cover the Earth, cover
the Earth with this wretched swill. Gutless, mediocre, middle of the
road sleep-inducin'
homogenized pablum, background music for the slavery of daily drudgery.
Sometimes I
get that feeling man, but I know it's a lie, I know it's not true, I
know it's not true, and I'm
talking to Arthur Conley (?), now, Arthur Conley, I'm talking to ya',
I'm saying Arthur where
are ya, Arthur where are ya, we need you to help us Arthur, we need you
to help us
sing (?)...
Chorus
Yeah we gotta gotta gotta gotta