Gon' take it back a little bit
C'mon, Sheila

Like a dull knife
Just ain't cutting
Just talking loud
Then saying nothing
Just saying nothing
Just saying nothing

You can't tell me
How to run my life down
You can't tell me
How to keep my business sound
You can't tell me
What I'm doing wrong
When you keep jiving
And singing that same old funny song

Mama don't take no mess
Mama don't take no mess
I'll be the man
But you gotta understand
That a woman gotta do, whatever she can
Horns!
Mama don't
Mama don't
Mama don't
Mama don't take no mess
Horns!

Papa say "mama's smart
Mama got hol' lotta heart"
Who will take a stand
By the boys of this land
Horns!

Mama don't
Mama don't
Mama don't
C'mon, get it bald
Let's stand

Together

We need peace
Love
Justice
Equal rights
Unity
Liberty
Integrity
Freedom
Freedom
Lovе!
Give me six!
Ha!
C'mon, you know know I'm super bad
Band, hit mе!
C'mon, now
Get it, Bob!
C'mon wit it
Everybody over there
Everybody right there
Everybody over there
(Getting bald)
(Getting bald)
(Getting bald)
(Getting bald)
(Get on up)
Getting bald
C'mon, everybody
Getting bald

I said band (Yeah?)
I want you to hit me (Yeah)
C'mon, band (Yeah?)
I said band (Yeah?)
I want you to hit me (Yeah)
Hit me!
C'mon, horns
Band
Break it down
We don't need (We don't need)
A revolution (A revolution)
We've got to have (We've got to have)
A constitution (A constitution)
We don't want (We don't want)
Evolution (Evolution)
We've gotta have (We've gotta have)
The constitution (Constitution)
Bring on up (Bring on up)
Face to face (Face to face)
Bring on up (Bring on up)
Face to face (Face to face)
Wait a minute, c'mon

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!
C'mon y'all, I've got soul and I'm super bad
Wait a minute, I love, I love to do my thing
Dig it, funky (And I don't need)
(No one else)
Now I've got something that tells me what to do
Sometimes it feels so good, I wanna huh, with him
And I'm super bad
I've got soul and I'm super bad
I love, love to do my thang
That I don't need no one else
Sometimes it feels so good, good God
I jump back, I want to kiss myself
We've got soul, and we're super bad
(Yes we is)
We've got soul, and we're super bad

We ain't done

Sheila E

I'm done