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