I Can't Sing Very Well But I'd

The Child Needs A Helping Hand Or He'll Grow Up To Be An Angry Young Man Some Day.

I Don't Feel I'll Live A Long Life. That's Why I Have To Get What I Can From Every Day.

On A Cold And Gray Chicago Morning Another Little Baby Child Is Born In The Ghetto, And His Mama Cries.

Don't Tell Me Baby You Gotta Go, I Got The Hifi High And The Lights Down Low.

I Look At You And Wham, I'm Head Over Heals. I Guess That Love Is Like A Banana Peel.