Clickety clack . . . clickety clack Bring that man's baby back. Clickety clack . . . clickety clack I want my spirit back. Clickety clack Bubble music being seen and heard on Saturday night Blinding the eyes of ones that's supposed to see. Bubble music, being played and showed, throughout America. Clickety clack . . . clickety clack Somebody's mind has got off the goddamn track. Clickety clack . . . clickety clack Won't somebody bring the Spirit back? You didn't know about John Coltrane. And the beautiful ballad he wrote—wait a minute— And the beautiful ballad he wrote called "After the Rain". You didn't know about Lady Day and all the dues that she had to pay. The Beatles come into the country, they take all the bread, while the police hittin' black and white folks upside their head. Tom Jones and Humperdinck got everybody uptight. They make people that can sing wanna get out and fight. Clickety clack . . . clickety clack What is this madness that Nixon has put upon us? Clickety clack . . . clickety clack Won't somebody bring the Spirit back? Who will it be? Who will it be? It certainly won't be someone that says that they're free. Clickety clack . . . clickety clack Won't somebody bring the Spirit back? Clickety clack . . . clickety clack . . . clickety clack