I like it    I don't like it

(Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong)

[B side of Youngblood YB 1017, 1970]



Settin' at home the nights weren't very pretty

I was born and raised in the slum-filled city

I left home seekin' the job that I never did find

Depressed and down-hearted I took to cryin'

I'm doin' fine, so very fine, on cloud nine



Listen

Father didn't know the meaning of work

He disrespected momma and treated me like dirt

I left home seekin' the job that I never did find

Depressed and down-hearted I took to cryin'

I'm doin' fine, so fine, on cloud nine



Let me tell you about that

Doin' fine, on cloud nine

Fine fine fine



Listen

Folks up there tell me

Said give yourself a chance and don't let life pass you by

You know it's a dog-eat-dog world

Woman it ain't no lie

I'm doin' fine, so fine, on cloud nine



I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine

I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine

I'm doin' fine, on cloud nine



Doin' fine, on cloud nine

Doin' so fine, on cloud nine

Doin' fine, on cloud nine

Oooh

Doin' fine fine fine