What's Wrong With Groovin' - Letta Mbulu

When we punch out at four o'clock, Some of the boys down at the shop, Like to stop at Mojo's an' have a beer or two. They laugh an' make jokes at my expense, 'Cause I go home instead of joinin' in, But I got other things I like to do, yes I do. Now I'm not sayin' I'm better than them, But where they're goin', I've already been. I got a good woman at home waitin' for me, Three little angels, cute as can be. A couple of dogs an' one little calico cat. When the thunder rolls like thunder can, Got a king-size bed we can all fit in, An' the key to happiness under my doormat: What's wrong with that? I used to drwam of bein' rich, While shovelling mud in a rain-soaked ditch. My boots had busted laces an' worn out soles. I used to hang out with the party crowd, An' drank more beer than the law allowed, But that feels like a whole other life ago. Sometimes we still live hand-to-mouth, But I got more blessin's than I count. I got a good woman at home waitin' for me, Three little angels, cute as can be. A couple of dogs an' one little calico cat. When the thunder rolls like thunder can, Got a king-size bed we can all fit in, An' the key to happiness under my doormat: What's wrong with that? It took some time an' a lot of pain, To fin'lly figure out, I can live without anything, Except what's in that house. I got a good woman at home waitin' for me, Three little angels, cute as can be. A couple of dogs an' one little calico cat. When the thunder rolls like thunder can, Got a king-size bed we can all fit in, An' the key to happiness under my doormat: What's wrong with that? (Got a good woman at home waitin' for me.) Yeah, yeah, what's wrong with that. (Three little angels, cute as can be.) Oh, oh, what's wrong with that? (What's wrong with that?) Someone tell me, whoo: Absolutely nothin'!

What's wrong with this picture? There's something I'm not seein' here What's wrong with this picture? Something's not exactly clear What's wrong with this picture? Does it look like it's just another sting, sting? 'Cause it don't mean a thing If it ain't got that swing and ring a ding ding What's wrong with this picture? Doesn't anybody see That's who everyone thought That I used to be What's wrong with this picture? It's only just hangin' on a wall So you can go right back to sleep And just forget about it all Because I'm not that person any more I'm living in the present time Baby, don't you understand I've left all that jive behind You can't believe what you read in the paper Or half the news that's on TV Or the gossip of the neighbours Or anyone who doesn't want you to be free I'm not that person any more, no, no, no, no, no I'm always living in the present time Don't you understand I left all that jive behind What's wrong with this picture? It's only hangin' on the wall Why don't we take it down And just forget about it all 'Cause I didn't need at all

What's wrong with me? Different boss Same old song I try so hard Is that what's wrong? It's like all I do is plan For joy I don't get to feel I'm whoever you want Is that my only appeal? Who am I really? Hmmm... hmmm... What's wrong with me? Ask me for help, ask me for hugs Girl stuff sucks Why couldn't it just be drugs? I try to give you love I try to give you space You roll your eyes so hard They're going to roll right off your face What's wrong with me? Why are you mad Why do we fight? Why can't I? Why can't I? Do anything right? Someday, you'll have children too Then baby, wait and see You'll be worshiped for years And then she'll turn three And everything's... Wrong with me Hmmm... hmmm