Walk the street, and so fretful;
How does it feel? How does it feel?
Go to their beds with wants, gee-wee;
Wake up with give me, wake up with give me.
So I say oh.. oh-oh. Oh what a feeling.
So I say oh.. oh-oh. Oh what a feeling.
Deep in the ghetto, amongst the mosquito,
Cockroach and flies, they fill the skies.
Everyone is murmuring, everyone is grumbling,
No one is considering what is happening.
So I say oh.. oh-oh. Oh what a feeling.
So I say oh.. oh-oh. Oh what a feeling.
(..)
Walk the street, and so fretful;
How does it feel? How does it feel?
Go to their beds with wants, gee-wee;
Wake up with give me, wake up with give me.
So I say oh.. oh-oh. Oh what a feeling.
So I say oh.. oh-oh. Oh what a feeling.
Deep in the ghetto, amongst the mosquito,
Cockroach and flies, they fill the skies.
Everyone is murmuring, everyone is grumbling,
No one is considering what is happening.
So I say oh.. oh-oh. Oh what a feeling.
So I say oh.. oh-oh. Oh what a feeling.
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