[Spoken Intro]
Hey looka here, heh
Brothers, you gotta dig Soul Train
You dig your way The JB's are getting down
They're Doing It To Death
And another thing, Lyn Collins was singing, made 'em feel good, man
And Don Cornelius sure was having a ball
And the brothers and sisters, Jack, were lookin', you gotta dig it next week
You got to dig it because we'll be doing the spank next week
And if you don't dig it on the TV then listen to this radio station right here
Because they'll be doing the spank every day all day (Everybody), gettin' down
Now looka here, I want you to help me out now
I'm getting ready to get into it right now
I wanna tell you about an old time, like Atlanta, Chicago, New York, everything
[Verse 1]
Think about the sacrifices that I made for you
Think about the good things that I've done for you
Now think about the bad things I tried not to do, huh
When you get tired, you think about the good thing I done for you
Come on
[Chorus]
Think about the good things
Think about the right things, baby
About the out of sight things
About the wrong thing now
Lady, before you leave me, realize I'm the one who loves you, ha
[Verse 2]
How much of all your happiness can I really claim?
How tears have you shed for which I was the blame?
I can't remember what they brought
I tried so hard to please you, at least that's what I thought
HO, huh
[Chorus]
About the good things, baby
About the wrong things, maybe
About the out of sight things
About the good things now
Lady, before you leave me, realize I'm the one who loves you, HO
[Outro]
Do it to death, brother, ha
Do it, ha, do it, the funky robot, do it
In Atlanta, Georgia, they doin' it
In Charlotte, North Carolina, they doin' it
In New York City, they doin' it
In Newark, New Jersey, they doin' it
In New Orleans, they doin' it
In Miami, Florida, they, HO, good God, get it, doin' it
Think about, come on
Think, think, HO, think, uh, good God
Think, don't you get, ha
How much of your happiness can I really claim?
How much of your happiness can I really claim? HO!
Think - come on, JB's - think...