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to cha, cha, cha. 
Little children love to cha, cha, cha.
Everybody loves to cha, cha, cha. 
Sam Cooke himself in the midnight hour.
Everybody loves
Patti Labelle used to make me 
Drift away play Stevie play Sam Cooke any day yeah 
We dance all night to the song they play 
Weekend come again do it
Well our hearts beat like thunder
I don't know why they don't explode
You got your hands in my back pockets
And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio
You
Labelle used to make me drift away
Play Stevie play, Sam Cooke anyday, yeah
We dance all night to the songs they played
Weekend come again do it just
the Queen's men
A talent contest on Monday with my Uncle Sam
Who now takes up all of my time he gives me things to do
'Cause he's a wonderful man

But I'm
verdad.

Love me tonight, love me tonight [whispers],
You wan't me to do a sam cooke now? [laughs].
wrong
If you learn to croon this happy tune
They call it Sam's song

"And now another treatment of this
Classic American Theme
Brought to you by
wrong
If you learn to croon this happy tune
They call it Sam's song

"And now another treatment of this
Classic American Theme
Brought to you by
you send my dog home Uncle Sam. 

He'll sleep beneath Old Glory, right here on Daddy's farm, 
I'll be close by to keep him from all harm, 
No one
over. Its just beginning.
And now light the fire on ending.

Goddamn, I might be the son of Sam.
The only child of a holy man.
I stand alone for all
looking out for me"
The cable snapped and all the way down
They cursed out Sam when they hit the ground, small Sam
(Small sad Sam)

Now someday Sam's
Well, our hearts beat like thunder
I don't know why they don't explode
You got your hands in my back pockets
And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio
me Sam Cooke singin'

That don't worry me now
(Don't worry me now)
Hey, listen up yow! This rhythm is a mama!

Hey I want to tell you a story 
It's about the groove
All Right now look hope here
Hope it makes you
Hey, listen up yow! This rhythm is a mama!

Hey I want to tell you a story 
It's about the groove
All Right now look hope here
Hope it makes you
Can't drive

Oscar Wilde and Peter Cooke close by
Sheik O'Rara and Steve McQueen, right there, oh yeah

I'm lost in a cloud and I can't get out
real gone

And Sam Cooke is on the radio
And the night is filled with space
And your fingertips touch my face
You're a friend of mine
And I'm real, real
vice

Take the phone off the hook
Turn the lights down low
We'll play some old Sam Cooke
Baby, let yourself go

All I wanna do is you
All I wanna
Hey, listen up yow! This rhythm is a mama!

Hey I want to tell you a story 
It's about the groove
All Right now look hope here
Hope it makes you
Well our hearts beat like thunder
I don't know why they don't explode
You got your hands in my back pockets
And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio
You
Well our hearts beat like thunder
I don't know why they don't explode
You got your hands in my back pockets
And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio
You
Well our hearts beat like thunder
I don't know why they don't explode
You got your hands in my back pockets
And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio
You
Well our hearts beat like thunder
I don't know why they don't explode
You got your hands in my back pockets
And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio
You
the Queen's men
A talent contest on Monday with my Uncle Sam
Who now takes up all of my time he gives me things to do
'Cause he's a wonderful man

But I'm
Monterrey they sang througout the dark
And you used to wear girl that gypsy dress
When you stroll on by all the boys they want a chance
And I remember