Here come old flattop
He come groovin' up slowly
He got joo-joo eyeball
He one holy roller
He got hair down to his knees
Got to be a joker
He just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One thing I can tell you is
You got to be free
Come together, right now
Over me
He bag production
He got walrus gumboot
He got Ono sideboard
He one spinal cracker
He got feet down below his knees
Hold you in his armchair
You can feel his disease
Come together, right now
Over me
He roller coaster
He got early warning
He got muddy water
He one mojo filter
He say one and one and one is three
Got to be good looking
Cause he's so hard to see
Come together, right now
Over me
Come together, yeah
Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom
By drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline
We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence
Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people
For many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today
Have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny
They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone