Verse 1:
To the sounds of a guitar
These songs from the South help me get far
Where it come from? From them backwoods
Up North want a taste ‘cau’ it that good
That Cole, 'mind you of Max Rose
Mean to tell me that it’s all from these flat notes
Sharp notes, Lee in them sharp clothes
Everybody in my band strike a sharp pose
Smooth yet I’m blacker than charcoal
Everybody in the nightclub, y’all know

Chorus:
Said all we want is soul
Soul is all we need
‘member run into the fork inside the road
A little jazz and r&b
Nothin’ like a little groove to soothe the mood
For when they choose to use your feet
Let the choir sing
Heh, let the choir sing
Let the choir sing

Verse 2:
Now back to the 1940s
When all we wanted to do was party
A little Earl Hines and Tom Dorsey surely
Fats Domino gotta show a little somethin’
Little Jimmy Scott givin’ it all or nothin’
Girls struttin’ showin’ off their rags
Dancin’ as if it might be their last
Never know what the climate
‘cau’ the news say when the bomb hit
This time it’s atomic
Chorus:
Said all we want is soul
Soul is all we need
‘member run into the fork inside the road
A little jazz and r&b
Nothin’ like a little groove to soothe the mood
For when they choose to use your feet
Let the choir sing
Heh, let the choir sing
Let the choir sing

Verse 3:
Now I’m howlin’ like The Wolf
So if y’all decide to look
Just know that it’s not about the woods
No sa’, more like NY, the great depression
I done been up north, ain’t no great impression
Little difference but same direction
When it come to the negro [?] reference
That’s real if you know what it sound like
Real soul from the heart, laid it down like

Chorus:
Said all we want is soul
Soul is all we need
‘member run into the fork inside the road
A little jazz and r&b
Nothin’ like a little groove to soothe the move
For when they choose to move your feet
Let the choir sing
Let the church and choir sing
We gon’ do a little sumpin’ like this here, listen

Verse 4:
Now what I say do I [?] real
Everyday when I jam that’s real
You relate then you know how I feel
What they call Babyboomer, heart of [?]
Think that I know wish I had known sooner
Never look to the moon for the sunlight
And never bring a knife to a gun fight
Don’t argue with fools lookin’ dumb like
Them ‘cause you ain’t finna win with no dumb guy

Chorus:
Said all we need is soul
Soul is all we need
‘member run into the fork inside the road
A little jazz and r&b
Nothin’ like a little groove to soothe the move
For when you choose to move your feet
Now let the choir sing
Heh, let the choir sing
Let the saints and the choir sing

Look here Dennis, I think we got another one, heh, The Rap Soulettes, Jimmy Lee, Effingham Records, we flyin’ now, Dennis, look like we got wings on this one, look like we got wings, I’m gone