I've Never Written A Song In My

Blacko-oxy-tonic Phosphate, It's The Latest Scoop. But That's Alright Girls, You Can Call It Goop.

Memories, Pressed Between The Pages Of My Mind. Memories, Sweetened Through The Ages Just Like Wine.

More Than Anything Else, I Want The Folks Back At Home To Think Right Of Me.

The Colored Folks Been Singing It And Playing It Just Like I'm Doin' Now, Man, For More Years Than I Know. I Got It From Them.

Computers May Out Think Us One Day, But As Long As People Got Feelings We'll Be Better Than They Are.