Alba s touto skladbou:
My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy,
Memphis Portrait,
The Midnight Oil/Treat Him Right,
Reggae Dancer,
(Joe South)
Oh, the games people play now,
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now,
Never saying what they mean.
They just wile away the hours,
In their ivory towers
âTil theyâre covered up with flowers,
In the back of a black limousine.
La da da, da da da, da da
La da da, da da da, da dee
Iâm talking âbout you and me
And the games people play.
Oh, we make one another cry,
Break our heart when we say goodbye
Cross our hearts and we hope to die
Bet the other was to blame.
Neither one ever give an inch
So we gaze at our eight by ten
Thinking âbout the things that might of been
And its a dirty rotten shame.
--- Instrumental ---
People walking up to you,
Singing glory, Hallelujah!
And their tryingâ to sock it to you,
In the name of the Lord.
There gonna teach you how to meditate
Read your horoscope and cheat your fate
And to furthermore to hell with hate
Come on get on board.
La da da, da da da, da da
La da da, da da da, da dee
Iâm talking âbout you and me
And the games people play.
Well, look around and tell me what you see
Whatâs a happening to you and me
God grant me the serenity
To remember who I am.
'Cause you've given up your sanity
For your pride and your vanity
Turns you back on humanity
And you don't give a da da.
La da da, da da da, da da
La da da, da da da, da dee
Iâm talking âbout you and me
And the games people play.
La da da, da da da, da da
La da da, da da da, da dee
Iâm talking âbout you and me
And the games people play...
