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YMCA [Single] (The Village People) · Live at the YMCA 27-10-79 (Cabaret Voltaire) · Brotherhood (Gene Harris) · Brotherhood (3T) · The Opaque Brotherhood (Dark Lotus) · Brotherhood [Expanded] (The Doobie Brothers) · Brotherhood (Gene Harris) · Brotherhood (D.Y.S.) · Brotherhood (New Order) · Brotherhood (The Doobie Brothers) – and 90 other albums »


make real your dreams,
But you've got to know this one thing.

No man, does it all by himself
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf
can make real your dreams
But you got to know this one thing

No man does it all by himself
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf
And just
wanna be?

YMCA, you'll find it YMCA

No man, young man, does it all by himself
Young man, young man, put your pride on the shelf
YMCA, and just go
wanna be?

YMCA, you'll find it YMCA

No man, young man, does it all by himself
Young man, young man, put your pride on the shelf
YMCA, and just go
wanna be?

YMCA, you'll find it YMCA

No man, young man, does it all by himself
Young man, young man, put your pride on the shelf
YMCA, and just go
real your dreams
But you got to know this one thing

No man does it all by himself
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf
And just go there,
But you got to know this one thing

No man does it all by himself
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf
And just go there, to the Y.M.C.A
I'm
dreams
But you've got to know this one thing

No man does it all by himself
I said young man, put your pride on the shelf
And just go there
dreams
But you got to know this one thing"

No man does it all by himself
I said, "Young man, put your pride on the shelf
And just go there,
can make real your dreams
But you got to know this one thing

No man does it all by himself
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf
And just
of brotherhood,
And love is lord of all

But man has come to plough the tide,
The oak lies on the ground
I hear their tires in the fields,
They drive
hang,
We live and scrape in misery; we die by our own hand,
And still we murder our own children, brotherhood of man.

Blood on all our hands we
of brotherhood,
And love is lord of all.

But man has come to plough the tide,
The oak lies on the ground.
I hear their tires in the fields,
They drive
bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
But when you ask in a strange town
They say don't know, don't care and I've got to go, mate
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
But when you ask in a strange town
They say don't know, don't care
And I've got
I bought an a to z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and Y.M.C.A's
But when you ask in a strange town
They say don't know, don't care
And I've
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
But when you ask in a strange town
They say don't know, don't care
And I've got
Well I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mother a goodbye note
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
Hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat

I hitchhiked
bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
But when you ask in a strange town
They say don't know, don't care and I've got to go, mate
I bought an A to Z guide book
Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs
But when you ask in a strange town
They say don't know, don't care
And I've got
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well I quit my job down at the carwash I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,
Left my mama a goodbye note,
By sundown I'd left Kingston,
With my guitar under my coat,
I hitchhiked