James Brown — September Song

Oh, it's a long time from May to December, heh But the days grow short, can't you count 'em now When you reach September When the autumn weather turns, huh, get it hot The leaves to flame One hasn't got time for the waiting game Hear me now, yeah The days dwindle down to a precious few September going up to November, hey hey hey, yeah And these precious days, few, huh, I'll spend with you Overnight, huh These precious days, let me, let me Let me spend with you Come on, hey, swing on Can you feel the groove? Hey hey hey hey Baby, uh, dig the band Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me Baby, run me, in a cold sweat Days dwindle down to a precious few, heh September, breaking up, November, hey hey, yeah These precious days, a little while, I'll spend with you Overnight These precious days, yeah, I'll spend, I'll spend I'll spend with you, yeah Let me spend 'em, don't cut me short Let me spend 'em Woman, let me tell ya, tell you what I'll do I'll put more glide in my stride More gut in your strut And don't dig it, and don't dig it It can't be old, you got a hole in your soul I put more glide in my stride More gut in my strut Uh, good stuff I'm a mess, I'm a mess; baby, can you guess Hey hey hey, yeah I want the band, the band To bring me, to bring me, to bring me up To bring me up, bring me up, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Bring me, bring me up Let me be, let me, let me, let me, yeah Come on, hey I said my collar, I got to holler I said my shoes, baby, give me the blues