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Tom Clay..What The World Needs Now (Abraham,Martin and John)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Clay
Tom Clay
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hal David
Hal David
Composer
Burt Bacharach
Burt Bacharach
Composer
Dick Holler
Dick Holler
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Clay
Tom Clay
Producer

Lyrics

What is segregation?
I don't know what seggeration is
Ah, what is bigotry?
I don't know what biggery is
What does er, hatred mean?
I don't know what that is
Er, what is er, prejudice?
Hmm, I think it's when somebody's sick
Rise and shine, boys!
One, two, three, four! One, two, three, four!
One
Get your head up
Two
Lower your shoulders down
Three
Get your gears out
Four
Let your gears down
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
I don't know what I believe
(I don't know what I believe)
I'll be on my Christmas leave
(I'll be on my Christmas leave)
Sound off
One, two
Sound off
Three, four
South off
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four
Anybody here, seen my old friend John
Can you tell me where he's gone?
Were at the Trademark, the motorcade is coming by here
I can see many many motorcycles coming by now, police motorcycles
Just heard a call on the radio for all units along Industrial, to pick up the Motorcade
Somethings happened here, we understand there has been a shooting
The Presidential car coming up now, we know it's the presidential car
We can see Mrs. Kennedy's pink suit
There's a Secret Service man spread eagle over the top of the car
We understand governor and Mrs. Connolly are in the car with President and Mrs. Kennedy
We can't see who has been hit if anybody's been hit, but apparently something is wrong here
Something is terribly wrong
I'm in behind the motorcade now, and as you probably notice they're going to Parkland Hospital
We interrupt this program to bring you a special bulletin
Dallas Texas, the flash, apparently official
President John F. Kennedy died, at 1 p.m., central standard time
Anybody here, seen my old friend Martin
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He's freed a lot of people
But it seems the good they die young
Difficult days ahead. But it doesn't really matter with me now
Because I've been to the Mountain top
I don't mind. Like anybody I would like to live
No one can be certain who next will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed
Anybody here seen my old Bobby
Can you tell me where he's gone?
Mayor Yorty has just send me a message that we've been here too long already
So uh, my thanks to all of you and now it's onto Chicago and lets win this
Thank you
Senator Kennedy has been, Senator Kennedy has been shot. Is that possible?
Oh my God Senator Kennedy has been shot
Johnson has a hold of the man who apparently has fired the shot
Get the gun, get the gun, get the gun, stay away from the gun
His hand is frozen. Take a hold of his thumb and break it if you have to
Get his thumb alright. That's it ripper, get the gun ripper
Hold him, hold him. We don't want another Oswald
Like it or not we live in times of danger and uncertainty
That is the way he lived, that is what he leaves us
My brother need not be idolized, or enlarged in death beyond what he was in life
Be rememberd simply as a good and decent man
Saw wrong and tried to right it, saw suffering and tried to heal it
He saw war, he tried to stop
Those of us who loved him, and who take him to his rest today
Pray that what he was to us, what he wished for others
Will someday come to pass for all the world
As he said many times, in many parts of this nation
Those he touched and who saw to touch him
Some men see things as they are and say why
I dream things that never were and say why not
What the world needs now
Is love sweet love
No, not just for some
But for everyone
What is segregation?
I don't know what seggeration is
Ah, what is bigotry?
I don't know what biggery is
What does er, hatred mean?
I don't know what that is
Er, What is er, prejudice?
Hmm, I think it's when somebody's sick
Written by: Burt Bacharach, Dick Holler, Hal David
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