Dr. Jones' Music Classes

Well, I've been afraid of changin' / 'Cause I've built my life around you / But time makes you bolder / Even children get older / And I'm getting older, too

My hands are small, I know, / But they're not yours they are my own / But they're not yours they are my own / And I am never broken

'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me / Well don't let me out of your sight / Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite / So don't let me have any rights

Bass man turn the power on / Drummer turn the beat / Tenor man come take your stand / Everybody on your feet / Everybody sound your funky horn / Come on get down / Everybody sound your funky horn / Come on get down

We don't need no education / We don't need no thought control / No dark sarcasm in the classroom / Teachers leave them kids alone

It's poetry in motion / She turned her tender eyes to me / As deep as any ocean / As sweet as any harmony / Mm, but she blinded me with science

Hundred bands in my pocket, it's on me / Hundred deep when I roll like the army / Get more bottles, these bottles are lonely / It's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "Wow"

One taught me love / One taught me patience / And one taught me pain / Now, I'm so amazing

I said, war, huh good god, y'all / What is it good for? / Absolutely nothing say it again