| You get a lot of girl singers obsessed with Aretha
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| You get a lot of little swingers wishin' they could be her
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| Some of those sisters can rock and roll
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| All God’s children gotta little bit of soul
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| But not that much no no no not that much
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| You get a lot of fat Christians you want to throw to the lions
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| Put em in a barrel, roll em off the top of Mount Zion
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| Ignorant acceptance is their only aim
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| With Jesus your life’ll be better they claim
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| But not that much no no no not that much
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| Yeah but when you hear Aretha singing on some adver tise ment
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| Or with a big fussy band on some rock’n’roll museum concert
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| She’s still got the lungs and the dress and the stole
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| You might even say the girl’s still got soul
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| But not that much no no no not that much
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| You get a lot of little monkeys swingin' from the treetops
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| You get a lot of little flunkeys singin' on Top of the Pops
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| Some of them appear in the gutter press Tellin' you their lives are a mess
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| But not that much no no no not that much
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| You get a lot of little stringers pullin' out their penknives
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| Cuttin' up history Jugglin' with lives
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| Bein' a reporter is a glamorous trade
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| You don’t even have to tell the truth to get paid
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| Well not that much no no no not that much
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| Yeah but when you hear Aretha singing on some adver tise ment
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| Or with a big fussy band on some hall of fame concert
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| She’s still got the lungs and the dress and the mink stole
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| You might even say the girl’s still got soul
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| But not that much no no no not that much
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| Hey ay ay ay etc |