1969 Let's hit the city of freedom like old times It's getting dirty underneath the blue sky Imagine you and me counting the butterflies One, two, three! Let's
's a little story ghetto situation 'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations She was so fly, get high, well understood Big-ass, big brains and straight
And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that Jazz I hear that Father Dip Is gonna blow the blues And all that Jazz Hold on
me singin this song she must be a special ladyyyyyyyyy and a very exciting girlllllllllll I don't know she had the high-glow's switchin see her in the
to 1969 Let's hit the city of freedom, like old times It's getting dirty Underneath the blue sky Imagine you and me count the butterflies One, two, three Let's
