When I was a baby well my mama just stared at me -
Thinkin' I was crazy from the moment I came to be.
'Cause when my doctor ed me on the day I was born
I raised a cry that sounded like the blues from a horn!
Gotta sing, gotta sing from the minute I hit the cradle
Gotta sing, gotta sing till the hour that ends up .
Gotta sing from coffin to crib (from basket to casket!)
In a shroud or wearin' a bib...
Gotta sing!
Ev'ry day I wake and if the sky is gray or blue,
It doesn't really matter to the music I have to do.
'Cause miserable or happy I obey and urge
To make a melody if it's a dance or a durge.
Gotta sing, gotta sing when the lottery pays me double.
Gotta sing, gotta sing, 'though the IRS gives me trouble.
Gotta sing spring, summer, and fall (winter, too!)
Rain or shine, I sing through it all...
Gotta sing!
"In the morning, in the evening, at work or play
It doesn't matter, I'm doing better when I'm singing
Spelling out a melody, a little twist, a little turn that tells a
Story about my feeling whether I'm
Happy or sad, mellow or mad, heathly or sick
A song is ringing
Cause I know a little trick about the sound vibration, jubilation
Setting up the kind of syncopation that'll
Knead ya, feed ya, de-disease ya
Make a smile from a frown and the Jericho walls come down!"
Gotta sing, gotta sing, gotta vocalize on forever.
Gotta sing, gotta sing - it's a mandatory endeavor.
Gotta warble while I'm awake (you know that I will!)
When I sleep I might take a break (when I'm snoozin' I chill!)
Gotta sing!
Gotta sing, gotta sing, it's a celebration of spirit!
Gotta sing, gotta sing if just me or a multitude hear it.
Gotta sing for filling my soul (with wild abandon!)
If I don't there's just a big hole (we're talkin' Grand Canyon!)
Gotta sing (! ! ! ! !) Gotta sing (! ! ! ! !) Gotta sing!