I like it    I don't like it

I want to tell you something;
Listen to me,
Im trying to say, Im better than you,
I am only what I am

We must not stand still,
For the night is coming,
Every man, every woman and child,
Everybody help me

I hear, only what I want to hear,
But, I have to believe in something,
Have to believe in just one thing.
I said father washington, youre all mixed up,
Collecting sinners in an old tin cup.
Well, spare a listen for a restless fool,
Theres something missing when I need your rule.

Well ,hey there;
You tell me youre a holy man, but, although I am just a
Beginner,
I dont see you as a winner.
I said, sister robinson, youre all washed up,
Collecting teardrops in a paper cup;
If I could tell you what you need to know;
If I could tell you to get on with the show.

Id rather never leave her,
Theres a storm in my head,
Makes me hear what you say;
Just was it true?
So, what have I to do?
-well, what has he to do? -
+oh, what is there to-oo do+
What oh-oh-ohoh

All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful, the lord God made them all

Mary, oh tell me what Im living for,
cause I feel like Im tossed in the river,
Oh have you a son to deliver.

I said, father washington, youre all mixed up,
Collecting sinners in an old tin cup,
You tell the children what they need to know,
But, will they listen when its time to go.

Oh, sister robinson, youre all washed up,
Collecting teardrops in a paper cup,
Can someone tell me what I need to know,
Can someone help me to get on with the show.