DooWatchaDoo (Paul Messinger/Marty Barnes) I don’t need a gun, no, I don’t need machete knife. There’s no need for swords, so, I can’t cut another life short. Now, it’s time for touchin’ (and livin’), reach out for a hand now, it’s not too much to ask. Do Whatcha Gotta Do. Now, some go to WAR now, some say it’s to Praise the Lord now, I think I’ve heard that line, heard that lie, heard that lion’s roar. But, I say that NO man, no man who takes that road can, wind up where they really want to go. Chorus: (Ooooh), Ya Gotta Do Watcha Do Watcha Do Watcha Gotta Do, ‘til the time has come, in your Life and your Time. (Ooooh), tell me something I don’t know, (Ooooh), for what has gone around will surely come around (come around, yeah). (Ooooh), it’s gettin’ ready, (Ooooh), to roll, (Ooooh), now Somethin’s Gettin’ Ready to Roll. Now believe me when I say... We don’t need no Boss-man. We don’t need no ‘Save the World’ plan, don’t need no more games to play (now believe me). I’m not-a-one to, tell people what they should do, but there is one thing I will say. I say the time has come, Ya Gotta Do Watcha Do Watcha Do Watcha Gotta Do, yeah the time has come, in your Life and your Time. (Ooooh), it’s gettin’ ready (Ooooh), to roll (Ooooh), now Somethin’s Gettin’ Ready to Roll. I don’t need a drum, no, don’t need no pack of lies, no need for more words to paint no more clear blue skies, no, now it’s time for touchin’ (and livin’), reach out for a hand now, it’s not too much to ask. Do Watcha Gotta Do. (Ooooh) Ya Gotta Do Watcha Do Watcha Do Watcha Gotta Do (Ooooh) ‘til the time has come, in your life and your time. (Ooooh), it’s gettin’ ready (Ooooh), to roll (Ooooh), now Somethin’s Gettin’ Ready to Roll!

Think About It (Gary Mitchell) The beat’s alright and you like to dance. The words don’t phase you, they fly right past. Have you ever stopped to hear what they’re sayin’ to you? Do you do what they do? They say: “Just dance all night and have a good time. Make a little love now, oh, it’ll be just fine. Do what you wanna do. What could go wrong?” Cause after all it’s just a song... Yeah, yeah, yeah, but don’t believe everything you hear. ‘Cause if that’s your reality, you’ve got a lot to fear. Do you ever wonder, do you ever doubt it? What are you listening to? You need to think about it. You should think about it. Sit-coms & make-overs, music videos, Teen dramas, soap operas, and those “reality” shows. Three hundred channels and there’s still nothing on TV. Do you see what I see? (what do you see?) I see people fighting like jackals just to win the game. Oh, they’ll do anything at all to win their fortune and fame. And I see “please make me over, cause I don’t like who I am... Change my face if you can.” Yeah, yeah, yeah, Don’t believe everything you see. ‘Cause not everything is right that’s on the TV screen. There’s so much more than meets the eye, don’t you ever doubt it. What are you watching? You really need to think about it. You should think about it. What’s on your mind friend? What’s eating you? Where do your thoughts seem to wander to? What you say and do all starts there in your mind, So, what’s up there all the time? Is it money? Is it people? Is it him or her? All the things you wish you had or that you wish that you were? Are you stressed about tomorrow? Are you chased by yesterday? And, who cares anyway? Yeah, yeah, yeah, be careful how you think alright. ‘Cause whatever consumes your thoughts controls your life. And all those things you keep inside can and will be outed. What are you thinking? You really should... What are you watching? You really need to think about it. What are you listening to? You need to think about it... You oughta think, you oughta think about it. You oughta think, you oughta think about it.

Do The Funky White Boy (Paul Messinger) No drugs, no alcohol, no guns, no knives, no fights, so tell me what we gonna do on a Saturday night? No drugs, no alcohol, no guns, no knives, no fights, so tell me how we gonna party on a Saturday night? Now, there’s a brand new dance, it’s called: The Funky White Boy... Do The Funky White Boy... Let’s say my name is G, let’s say I’m 17, yeah I’m from nowheresville, town of Honah Lee. Let’s say it’s Saturday night, and I’m just chillin’ (ar-right), so I slip on my Cons, slap on my jeans, let’s say I slick back my hair, I’m a party machine: I’m feelin’ fresh, I’m feelin’ fly, I’m feelin’ def I’m feelin’ dope I be all phat & clean, hey it’s Saturday night, in Honah Lee boyyyyyyyyy, Saturday night in Honah Lee ... I call my home-boy, let’s say his name is Roy, he’s from Jobba Towne, he knows how to get down, so now we’re cruisin’, we’re really bruisin’, we got our fake ID’s, you know we aim to please. We get some burgers, we get some fries, hey it’s Saturday night, and we just chillin’ (ar-right) we feelin’ fresh, we feelin’ fly, we feelin’ def we feelin’ dope we feelin’ clean But we got no ... drugs, no alcohol, no guns no knives no fights, (par-tee), so tell me: how we gonna party on a Saturday night, (par-tee)? No drugs, no alcohol, no guns no knives no fights, (par-tee), so tell me what we gonna do on a Saturday night? Do The Funky White Boy... No one can say that we can’t do it, nooooooooo, now I’m not talkin’ blowin’ jazz. Just hit the floor and get right to it, to it, there’s not all that much razzmatazz to it: Don’t stop, Just Do It! Do the Funky White Boy. Do the Funky White Boy. So, then my home-boy Roy says: “Lissen up G, I got a notion that’ll go down in history, it’s really rockin’, it’s really rollin’, it’s really fresh it’s really fly” he says: “Let’s Go Bowlin’!” So we go up to the desk to get our bowlin’ shoes, they got a lady back there that’s like a who knows who, (or what???), I thought she might be a ‘he’ or he might be a ‘she’ but then my home boy Roy says: “You a playa G!” So, then my home-boy, Roy from Jobba-Towne, he never misses a chance to try and get down, he gets her number, he says he’ll call her he’s feelin’ fresh, he’s feeling fly, he’s feelin’ def he’s feelin’ dope he be all phat & clean, he’s Mr. Saturday night, in Honah Lee boyyyyyyyyy, Saturday night in Honah Lee. He’s Mr. Saturday night, in Honah Lee boyyyyyyyyy, Saturday night in Honah Lee... Do The Funky White Boy...

Little Things (Gary Mitchell) Some people get aggravated. Some things just get exaggerated, bad. When it’s all in their minds. Now, I’ve found that some situations, If you let them, can get you agin’ fast And old before your time And you’ll never even notice you’re doing fine. Now I know that sometimes life cheats you, And I’ve found that sometimes you need to cry To deal with what life brings. But until those days come: don’t sweat the little things. Sometimes you’ve gotta let things be. Sometimes you’re only wasting your energy. The bigger picture’s so much more than it seems, So keep your head up and don’t sweat the little things. See, some people, they’re always frazzled ‘Cause they worry like every little thing Is the end of the world. They can’t sleep, they think they’re getting nowhere They’re frustrated ‘cause life just won’t go their way And they don’t know where to turn. When there’s really only one thing they need to learn: Sometimes you’ve gotta let things be. Sometimes you’ve got to close your eyes and believe. Today is all we have and all that we need. So just keep moving and don’t sweat the little things. Keep your eyes face forward and don’t sweat the little things. Sometimes you’ve gotta let things be. Stay on track, don’t look back, and just don’t sweat the little things. It’s not up to you and me. Keep your eyes on the prize and just don’t sweat the little things.

Hey Bongo Boy, hey Bongo, hey Bongo Boy Bongo-Bongo-Bongo, Yea-ah. Hey Bongo Boy, hey Bongo, hey Bongo Boy Bongo-Bongo-Bongo, Yea-ah. His Daddy worked for the CIA (hey Bongo). His Daddy said: “Son, ya gotta do it my way,” (hey Bongo). B-b-but Bongo Boy ‘im had other plans (hey Bongo). So ‘im slipped outta town: punker, grunge-rock, band-boy. Bongo-Bongo-Bongo, Yea-ah. Hey Bongo Boy, hey Bongo, hey Bongo Boy Bongo-Bongo-Bongo Yea-ah. Then Bongo Boy ‘im shave ‘is head (hey Bongo). ‘Im dyed his eyebrows green, then red (hey Bongo). ‘Im pierced his nose, nipples, pimples too (hey Bongo). Check out his phat-phreak, double-cheek, butt-tattoo. Hey Bongo, Yea-ah. Hey Bongo Boy, hey Bongo, hey Bongo Boy Bongo Bongo Bongo Yea-ah. Hey Bongo Boy, hey Bongo, hey Bongo Boy Bongo-Bongo-Bongo-Bongo! Then Bongo Boy met Bongo Girl, ‘neath wine-dark seas of stars they rocked each other’s world. But, like all things, this too would pass: no more summer tours, no more tee-shirt cash. In another town on another day (hey Bongo), we checkin’ Bongo Boy plannin’ his next play (hey Bongo), sayin’: “Hey Mister, maybe there’s somethin’ else, maybe there’s somethin’ else I can do with my life,” sayin’ “Hey Mister, maybe there’s somethin’ else, maybe there’s somethin’ else I can do to find a wife,” sayin’ “Hey Mister, maybe there’s somethin’ else, maybe there’s somethin’ else I can do to get my price,” sayin’ “Hey Mister, maybe there’s somethin’ else, maybe there’s somethin’ else, maybe there’s somethin’ else.” Then Bongo Boy ‘im quit the band-scene, (hey Bongo). ‘Im joined a Band O’ Gypsies livin’ hand-to-mouth mean, (hey Bongo). Ah-see ‘im on the corner, he will play for you, (hey Bongo), sayin’: “Hey Mister, can you spare a buck or two”, or “Hey Mister, maybe there’s somethin’ else I can do for you … like: Do the Bongo-Bongo-Bongo, Yea-ah!” Hey Bongo Boy, hey Bongo, hey Bongo Boy Bongo-Bongo-Bongo, Yea-ah. hey Bongo Boy, hey Bongo, hey Bongo Boy: Bongo-Bongo-Bongo, Yea-ah. (Well, ya gotta make a livin’ now Bongo Boy) Hey Bongo Boy, hey Bongo, hey Bongo Boy (Well, ya gotta make a livin’ now Bongo Boy) Hey Bongo Boy, hey Bongo, hey Bongo Boy Bongo-Bongo-Bongo, Yea-ah. (Well, ya gotta make a livin’ now Bongo Boy) Hey Bongo Boy, hey Bongo, hey Bongo Boy (Well, ya gotta make a livin’ now Bongo Boy) Hey Bongo Boy, hey Bongo, hey Bongo Boy Bongo-Bongo-Bongo, Yea-ah. Bongo-Bongo-Bongo!!!

Makin ’ It (Gary Mitchell) Late for work again. When does this ever end? So much to do and so little time. Jus’ tryin’ to get through, But no matter what I do, Seems like I’m always runnin’ behind. And, after a while, It gets hard just to care. You try and you try and don’t get anywhere. But I keep runnin’ round And I just can’t slow down. It won’t stop and I don’t think I can take it. So I’m low, reachin’ high: Brings me down, don’t know why. Goin’ crazy just tryin’ to make it. I’m pulled so many ways, I’m livin’ in a daze. I can’t believe it’s Monday again! Time is flyin’ by. It’s drainin’ out my life. I’m runnin’ out of ways to bend. And after a while, It gets hard just to care. You try and you try and don’t get anywhere! But I keep runnin’ round, And I just can’t slow down. It won’t stop and I don’t think I can take it. So I’m low, reachin’ high: Brings me down, don’t know why. Goin’ crazy just tryin’ to make it. Is anyone out there really makin’ it? Is anyone out there really makin’ it? Is anyone out there really makin’ it? Is anyone out there really makin’ it? Is anyone out there really makin’ it? Is anyone out there really makin’ it? Is anyone out there really makin’ it? Is anyone out there really makin’ it? And after awhile, It gets hard just to care. ‘Cause we try... Oh, I try, and don’t get anywhere! Don’tcha’ know that I keep runnin’ round And I just can’t slow down. It won’t stop and I don’t think I can take it! So I’m low, reachin’ high: Brings me down, don’t know why. Goin’ crazy just tryin to make it! Whoa, I keep runnin’ round And I just can’t slow down. I think I can take it! So I’m low, reachin’ high: Brings me down, don’t know why. Just tryin’ to make it! Is anyone out there really makin’ it? Is anyone out there really makin’ it? Is anyone out there really makin’ it? Is anyone out there really makin’ it?

Document My Life (Waung Hankerson) Document my life to the world. Document my life to the world. Document my life to the world. Document my life to the world. I sit alone pondering thoughts to myself: Ideas and beliefs of men before me. So much to learn and so much to give, Committed activists in the world, we live. Document my life to the world. I document my life to the world. I document my life to the world. I document my life to the world. At times I’ve wished to know the equation of life: Where it’s leading and will it survive? The answer is waiting in the heavens above. Until then it’s a quest for love. Document my life to the world. I document my life to the world. I document my life to the world. I document my life to the world. While I’m here. While I’m here. While I’m here. While I’m here. Givin’ all of what I’ve got to give. Never stop while I’m blessed to live. Lead with glory to end despair. Life of hope for all to share. What a feeling. What a feeling. What a feeling. What a feeling. Yeah, I give (life) My life (life)! I give (life) My life (life)! I give (life) My life (life)! I give (life) While I’m here (life)! I document my life to the world (life). Document my life to the world (while I’m here). Document my life to the world (life). Document my life to the world. Document my life to the world (life). Document my life to the world (while I’m here). Document my life to the world (life). Document my life to the world. Document my life to the world (life). Document my life to the world (while I’m here). Document my life to the world (life). Document my life to the world. Document my life.

Jacob’s Ladder (Paul Messinger) I remember the time, and I remember the place, and I remember the touch of your hand on my face. And I remember the smell of your hair when we hugged, and I remember the smile on your face, when you’d bug me. And I remember the day you came into this world, and I remember your Mama cried: “Paul, is it a boy or is it a girl?” And I remember the games of catch that we played, and I remember the pain and sadness, that you lived with on many a day So, Jacob, climb your ladder rung by rung, there will be angels by your side to help you on your way, son. You lived life fully, touched people truly, God’s diligence duly was done. And so, in order to honor your living memory, my darling son, your Mama and I, now set your soul free. Spoken: The following words were (somehow) heard by his Mom, as she sat by his casket side. “Adorable Mom: I will hold your hand, put my arm under your shoulder, stand on the bottom step, so you can hug me, and lay your head on my shoulder. I loved everything about you, Mom, but you already know that. Don’t mourn too long, you know I wouldn’t want that. Have joy with those that love you, create more joy, you are best at that, Mom. My leaving now is the perfect time, and I know that you know, that’s because, I was born the SON of an ANGEL ... My Mom.” So, Jacob, climb your ladder rung by rung, there will be angels by your side to help you on your way, son. You lived life fully, touched people truly, God’s diligence duly was done. And so, in order to honor your living memory, my darling son, your Mama and I … now set your soul free. And so, in order to honor your living memory, my darling son, your Mama and I … now set your soul free. And so, in order to honor your living legacy, my darling child: Your Mama and I now set your soul free.

Little Things (Slight Return) (Gary Mitchell) Sometimes you’ve gotta let things be. Stay on track, don’t look back, and just don’t sweat the little things. It’s not up to you and me. Keep your eyes on the prize and just don’t sweat the little things. You can’t see what’s comin’ next, do your best, And just don’t sweat the little things. You just keep on moving and don’t sweat the little things.

Re-Think About It (Gary Mitchell) The beat’s alright and you like to dance. The words don’t phase you, they fly right past. Have you ever stopped to hear what they’re sayin’ to you? Do you do what they do? They say: “Just dance all night and have a good time. Make a little love now, oh, it’ll be just fine. Do what you wanna do. What could go wrong?” Cause after all it’s just a song... Yeah, yeah, yeah, but don’t believe everything you hear. ‘Cause if that’s your reality, you’ve got a lot to fear. Do you ever wonder, do you ever doubt it? What are you listening to? You need to think about it. You should think about it. Sit-coms & make-overs, music videos, Teen dramas, soap operas, and those “reality” shows. Three hundred channels and there’s still nothing on TV. Do you see what I see? (what do you see?) I see people fighting like jackals just to win the game. Oh, they’ll do anything at all to win their fortune and fame. And I see “please make me over, cause I don’t like who I am... Change my face if you can.” Yeah, yeah, yeah, Don’t believe everything you see. ‘Cause not everything is right that’s on the TV screen. There’s so much more than meets the eye, don’t you ever doubt it. What are you watching? You really need to think about it. You should think about it. What’s on your mind friend? What’s eating you? Where do your thoughts seem to wander to? What you say and do all starts there in your mind, So, what’s up there all the time? Is it money? Is it people? Is it him or her? All the things you wish you had or that you wish that you were? Are you stressed about tomorrow? Are you chased by yesterday? And, who cares anyway? Yeah, yeah, yeah, be careful how you think alright. ‘Cause whatever consumes your thoughts controls your life. And all those things you keep inside can and will be outed. What are you thinking? You really should... What are you watching? You really need to think about it. What are you listening to? You need to think about it... You oughta think, you oughta think about it. You oughta think, you oughta think about it.