(c) 1972, 1985 Arista Records, Inc.
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(Side Two)
There's a land that I see
Where the children are free,
And I say it ain't far
To this land from where we are.
Take my hand, come with me,
Where the children are free
Come with me, take my hand, and we'll live...
In a land where the river runs free,
In a land through the green country,
In a land to a shining sea,
And you and me are free to be... you and me.
I see a land bright and clear
And the time's coming near,
When we'll live in this land
You and me, hand in hand.
Take my hand, come along,
Lend your voice to my song
Come along, take my hand, sing a song...
For a land where the river runs free,
For a land through the green country,
For a land to the shining sea,
For a land where the horses run free,
And you and me are free to be... you and me.
Every boy in this land
Grows to be his own man.
In this land, every girl
Grows to be her own woman
Take my hand, come with me,
Where the children are free
Come with me, take my hand, and we'll run....
To a land where the river runs free,
To a land through the green country,
To a land to a shining sea,
To a land where the horses run free,
To a land where the children are free,
And you and me are free to be
And you and me are free to be
And you and me are free to be... you and me.
You and me...
You and me..
You and me...
And you and me are free to be you and me.
Hi!
I'm a baby!
Well what do you think I am, a loaf of bread?
You could be, what do I know, I'm just born, I'm a baby, I don't even know if I'm under a tree or in a hospital or what, I'm just so glad to be here.
Well, I'm a baby too.
Have it your own way, I don't want to fight about it.
What, are you scared?
Yes, I am, I'm a little scared. I'll tell you why. You see, I don't know if I'm a boy or a girl yet.
What's that got to do with it?
Well, if you're a boy and I'm a girl you can beat me up! You think I want to lose a tooth my first day alive?
What's a tooth?
Search me, I'm just born, I'm a baby, I don't know nothing yet!
You think you're a girl?
I don't know, I might be. I think I am. I 've never been anything before. Let me see, let me take a little look around. Hmm... cute feet, small, dainty, yup, yup, I'm a girl, that's it, girl time.
Well, what do you think I am?
You, that's easy, you're a boy.
You sure?
Of course I'm sure. I'm alive already four, five minutes, right? I haven't been wrong yet.
Gee, I don't feel like a boy.
That's because you can't see yourself.
Why, what do I look like?
Bald. You're bald, fellah. Bald, bald, bald, you're bald as a ping-pong ball, are you bald.
So?
So, boys are bald and girls have hair.
Are you sure?
Of course I'm sure. Who's bald, your mother or your father?
My father.
I rest my case.
Hmm. You're bald too.
You're kidding!
No, I'm not.
Don't look!
Why?
Ugghhh. A bald girl. Yuck. Disgusting.
Maybe you're a boy and I'm a girl.
There you go again. I told you, I'm a girl. I know it, I know it, I'm a girl, and you're a boy.
I think you're wrong.
I am never wrong! What about shaving?
What about it?
You just shaved, right?
Wrong.
Exactly! And you know why? Because everyone's born with a clean shave. It's just that girls keep theirs, and boys don't.
So what does that prove?
Tomorrow morning, the one that needs a shave, he's a boy.
Well I can't wait until tomorrow morning.
See, that proves it! Girls are patient, boys are impatient.
Yeah, what else?
Can you keep a secret?
Absolutely.
There you go! Boys keep secrets, girls don't.
Hmm.. Go on.
Are you afraid of mice?
No.
I am, I'm terrified of them! I hate them! Squeak, squeak, squeak! What do you want to be when you grow up?
A fireman.
What did I tell ya?
How 'bout you?
A cocktail waitress! Does that prove anything to you?
Hmm... You must be right.
I told you, I'm always right. You're a boy, and I'm the girl.
I guess so. Ooh! Wait, here comes the nurse to change our diapers.
About time, too, I've never been so uncomfortable in my life.
Hey, look at that!
What?
You see that? I am a girl, and you're a boy!
Hey, it sure looks like it.
What do you think of that?
I can't understand it.
Well, it sure goes to show ya.
What?
You can't judge a book by its cover.
Ha, ha, ha. What does that mean?
How should I know? I'm only a baby.
So am I. Goo.
Goo.
When we grow up, will I be pretty?
Will you be big and strong?
Will I wear dresses that show off my knees?
Will you wear trousers twice as long?
Well, I don't care if I'm pretty at all,
And I don't care if you never get tall,
I like what I look like, and you're nice small,
We don't have to change at all.
Hey, When we grow up, will I be a lady?
Will you be an engineer?
If I have to wear things like perfume and gloves,
I can still blow the whistle while you steer.
Well, I don't care if I'm pretty at all,
And I don't care if you never get tall,
I like what I look like, and you're nice small,
We don't have to change at all.
When I grow up, I'm gonna be happy,
And do what I like to do.
Like making noise, and making faces
And making friends like you.
And when we grow up, do you think we'll see
That I still like you, and you still like me.
I might be pretty, you might grow tall,
But we don't have to change at all.
I don't wanna change, see, 'cause I still wanna be your friend.
For ever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
Don't dress your cat in an apron,
Just 'cause he's learning to bake.
Don't put your horse in a nightgown,
Just 'cause he can't stay awake.
Don't dress your snake in a mu-mu,
Just 'cause he's off on a cruise.
Don't dress your whale in galoshes,
If she really prefers over-shoes.
A person should wear what he wants to
And not just what other folks say.
A person should do what she likes to,
A person's a person that way.
Mommies are people;
People with children,
When mommies were little, they used to be girls,
Like some of you; but then they grew,
And now mommies are women.
Women with children.
Busy with children and things that they do,
There are a lot of things a lot of mommies can do.
Some mommies are ranchers, or poetry makers,
Or doctors or teachers, or cleaners or bakers,
Some mommies drive taxis, or sing on TV,
Yeah, mommies can be almost anything they wanna be.
Well, they can't be grandfathers. Or daddies.
Daddies are people;
People with children,
When daddies were little, they used to be boys,
Like some of you; but then they grew,
And now daddies are men.
Men with children.
Busy with children and things that they do,
There are a lot of things a lot of daddies can do.
Some daddies are writers, or grocery sellers,
Or painters or welders, or funny joke tellers,
Some daddies play cello, or sail on the sea,
Yeah, daddies can be almost anything they wanna be.
They can't be grandmas. Or mommies.
Parents are people; (Parents are people)
People with children, (People with children)
When parents were little, they used to be kids,
Like all of you; but then they grew,
And now parents are grown-ups. (Parents are grown-ups)
Grown-ups with children. (Grown-ups with children)
Busy with children and things that they do,
There are a lot of things a lot of mommies,
And a lot of daddies, and a lot of parents can do.
Now, most of the time it's a lady we see,
Who's doing the housework on TV.
She's cheerfully scouring a skillet or two,
Or she's polishing pots till they gleam like new,
Or she's scrubbing the tub or she's mopping the floors,
Or she's wiping the stains from the walls and the doors,
Or she's washing the windows, the dishes, the clothes,
Or waxing the furniture till it just glows,
Or cleaning the fridge or the stove or the sink,
With a light-hearted smile, and a friendly wink,
And she's doing her best to make us think
The her soap, or detergent or cleanser or cleaner or powder or paste or wax or bleach,
Is the best kind of soap, or detergent or cleanser or cleaner or powder or paste or wax or bleach,
That there is in the whole wide world.
And, maybe it is, and maybe it isn't,
And maybe it does what they say it will do,
But I'll tell you one thing I know is true.
The lady we see when we're watching TV,
The lady who smiles as she scours or scrubs or rubs or washes or wipes or mops or dusts or cleans,
Or whatever she does on our TV screens,
That lady is smiling because she's an actress,
And she's earning money for learning those speeches
That mention those wonderful soaps and detergents and cleansers and cleaners and powders and
pastes and waxes and bleaches.
So, the very next time you happen to be
Just sitting there quietly watching TV,
And you see some nice lady who smiles
As she scours or scrubs or rubs or washes or wipes or mops or dusts or cleans,
Remember, nobody smiles doing housework but those ladies you see on TV.
Your mommy hates housework,
Your daddy hates housework,
I hate housework too.
And when you grow up, so will you.
Because even if the soap or cleanser or cleaner or powder or paste or wax or bleach
That you use is the very best one,
Housework is just no fun.
Children, when you have a house of your own,
Make sure, when there's house work to do,
That you don't have to do it alone.
Little boys, little girls, when you're big husbands and wives,
If you want all the days of your lives
To seem sunny as summer weather,
Make sure, when there's housework to do,
That you do it together!
Agatha Fry, she made a pie,
And Christopher John helped bake it.
Christopher John, he mowed the lawn,
And Agatha Fry helped rake it.
Now, Zachary Zug took out the rug,
And Jennifer Joy helped shake it.
And Jennifer Joy, she made a toy,
And Zachary Zug helped break it.
And some kind of help is the kind of help
That helping's all about,
And some kind of help is the kind of help
We all could do without.
Well, her life went on like that for quite a while, and she wound up having a pretty good time. You know, admiring herself in mirrors and always getting to be first in line, and stuff like that.
And then one day, she went exploring with a whole group of other people through the wilds of a deep and beastly jungle. As she went along through the tangled trails and the prickly vines, she would say things like "I have got to be careful of my lovely dress and my nice white socks, and my shiny shiny shoes and my curly curly locks. So would somebody please clear the way for me?" And they did.
Or sometimes she'd say "What do you mean, there aren't enough mangos to go around, and I'll have to share my mango because I was the last one across at Icky River, full of crocodiles and snakes? No matter how last I am, it's still ladies first, ladies first! So hand over a whole mango, please." And they did.
Well, then, guess what happened? Out of nowhere, the exploring party was seized; grabbed up by a bunch of hungry tigers, and these tigers ties all the people up and dragged them back to their tiger lair where they sniffed around, trying to decide what would make the best dinner.
"How 'bout this one?" said the tiger chief.
"Nah, too bony," said the others.
"What about this one? It's got a lot of meat on it!"
"Uh-uh. Meaty, but muscley."
"Oh, for heaven's sake, don't take all night!" said the chief tiger. "I never saw such a pack of picky eaters. How 'bout this one, then? Looks tender... smells nice... in fact, I never saw anything quite like it before. I wonder what it is?"
"I am a tender sweet young thing."
"Oh. Far out," said the tiger chief.
"I am also a little lady. You should know that by my lovely clothes and my lovely smell. And if it's all the same to you, tiger tweety, I wish you'd stop licking me. And untie me his instant. My dress is getting mussed."
"Yes, uh," the tiger said. "Well, as a matter of fact, we were all just uh, trying to decide who to untie first."
"Ladies first! Ladies first!" she said.
And so she was. And mighty tasty, too.
"Dudley Pippen?"
"I didn't do it."
But his teacher didn't believe him, and she made him stay a long time after school.
"I don't care, I didn't do it."
Dudley was very angry. Finally, he was allowed to go home. On his way, Dudley met the principal.
"Hello, Dudley."
He had a long nose and fierce eyes.
"People are saying you tipped over the sand table at school today."
Dudley just shook his head. He was too angry to say anything. It just wasn't fair.
"You mean you didn't do it?"
Dudley could only nod again.
"Well, we'll have to do something about that first thing tomorrow. You look like you're about to cry."
"Not me. <sniffle> <sniffle> <choke> <cry>"
"Well, that was fine."
"I'm... I'm sorry."
"What for? You did that very well."
"But only sissies cry."
"A sissy is somebody who doesn't cry, because he's afraid people will call him a sissy if he does cry."
"Well I'm... I'm... I'm all mixed up."
"Of course you are. Why should you be any different from anybody else? Most people spend their lives trying to get un-mixed up."
Then the principal took a little blue flute out of his pocket.
"Say, just listen to this nice tune I learned yesterday. It's lovely!"
And he began to play, and the music and joyous and it filled the quiet street, and went out over the
darkling trees and the whole world.
It's alright to cry,
Crying gets the sad out of you.
It's alright to cry,
It might make you feel better!
Raindrops from your eyes,
Washing all the mad out of you.
Raindrops from your eyes,
It's gonna make you feel better!
It's alright to feel things,
'Though the feelings may be strange.
Feelings are such real things,
And they change and change and change.
Sad and grumpy,
Down in the dumpy.
Snuggly, huggly,
Mean and ugly.
Sloppy, slappy,
Hoppy, happy.
Change and change and change.
It's alright to feel things,
'Though the feelings may be strange.
Feelings are such real things,
And they change and change and change.
It's alright to know,
Feeling come and feeling go.
It's alright to cry,
It might make you feel better!
It's alright to cry, little boy.
I know some big boys that cry, too.
Sisters and brothers,
Brothers and sisters,
Ain't we, everyone.
Brothers and sisters,
Sisters and brothers,
Every father's daughter, every mother's son.
Brothers and sisters,
Sisters and brothers,
Each and every one.
Sisters and brothers,
Brothers and sisters,
Every mother's daughter, every father's son.
Ain't we lucky? Everybody
Being everybody's brother.
Ain't we lucky? Everybody
Looking out for one another!
Ain't we happy? Everybody
Being everybody's sister.
Ain't we happy? Everybody
Looking out for [??????????]!
Ain't we lucky? (Ain't we!)
Ain't we happy? (Ain't we!)
Ain't we lucky? (Ain't we!)
Ain't we happy? (Ain't we!)
Sisters and brothers,
Brothers and sisters,
Ain't we, everyone.
Brothers and sisters,
Sisters and brothers,
Every father's daughter, every mother's --
Brothers and sisters,
Sisters and brothers,
Each and every one.
Sisters and brothers,
Brothers and sisters,
Every mother's daughter, every father's --.
Sisters and brothers,
Brothers and sisters,
Ain't we, everyone.
Brothers and sisters,
Sisters and brothers,
Every father's daughter, every mother's --
[repeat, fade out]
When my friend William was five years old,
He wanted a doll to hug and hold,
"A doll," said William, "is what I need,
To wash and clean, and dress and feed.
A doll to give a bottle to,
And put to bed when day is through,
And any time my doll gets ill,
I'll take good care of it," said my friend Bill.
A doll! A doll! William wants a doll!
"Don't be a sissy," said his best friend, Ed.
"Why would a boy want to play with a doll?
Dolls are for girls," said his cousin Fred.
"Don't be a jerk," said his older brother.
"I know what to do," said his father to his mother.
So his father bought him a basket ball,
A badminton set, and that's not all.
A bag of marbles, a baseball glove,
And all the things a boy would love.
And Bill was good at every game,
Enjoyed them all, but just the same,
When Billy's father praised his skill,
"Can I please have a doll now," said my friend Bill.
A doll! A doll! William wants a doll!
A doll! A doll! William wants a doll!
Then William's grandma arrived one day,
And wanted to know what he'd like to play.
And Bill said "Baseball's my favorite game,
I like to play, but all the same,
I'd give my bat and ball and glove,
To have a doll that I could love."
"How very wise," his grandma said.
Said Bill: "But everyone says this instead:"
A doll! A doll! William wants a doll!
A doll! A doll! William wants a doll!
So William's grandma, as I've been told,
Bought him a doll to hug and hold,
And William's father began to frown,
But grandma smiled, and calmed him down.
Explaining "William wants a doll,
So when he has a baby some day,
He'll know how to dress it,
Put diapers on double,
And gently caress it,
To bring up a bubble,
And care for his baby as every good father should learn to do.
William has a doll! William has a doll!
'Cause someday he is gonna be a father too!
"You don't have to choose, father," said Atalanta. "I will choose. And I'm not sure that I will choose to marry anyone at all."
"Of course you will," said the king. "Everybody gets married. It's what people do."
"As for me," Atalanta told him, "I intend to go out and see the world. When I come home, perhaps I will marry, and perhaps I will not."
The king did not like this at all. He was a very ordinary king: powerful, and used to having his way. So he told Atalanta, "I have decided how to choose the young man you will marry. I will hold a great race, and the winner, the swiftest and fleetest young man of all, will win the right to marry you."
Now, Atalanta was a clever girl, as well as a swift runner, so she told her father, "Very well then, let there be a race. But you must let me run in it too. And if I am not the winner, I will accept the wishes of the young man who is. If I am the winner, I will choose for myself what I will do."
The king agreed to this. He would have his way, marry off his daughter, and enjoy a fine day of racing, as well. So he called his messengers together, and directed them to travel far and wide to announce the race with its wonderful prize: the chance to marry the bright Atalanta.
Meanwhile, Atalanta herself was preparing for the race. Each day at dawn, she went to the field in secret, until she could run the course in just three minutes, more quickly than anyone had ever run it before.
As the day of the race grew near, young men began to crowd into the town. Each was sure he could win the prize, the except for one. That was young John, who lived in the town. He knew Atalanta well, for he saw her day be day as she bought nails and wood to make a pigeon house, or sat reading a book in the gardens, or chose parts for her telescope, or laughed with her friends. Young John say the princess only from a distance, but he understood how bright and clever she was. He wished very much to race with her; to win and to earn the right to talk with her, and become her friend. "For surely," he said to himself, "it is not right for Atalanta's father to give her away to the winner of the race. Atalanta herself must choose whom she wants to marry, or whether she wishes to marry at all. Still, if I could only win the race, I would be free to speak to her, and to ask for her friendship!"
Each evening, after his studies of the stars and the seas, John went to the field in secret and practiced running across it. Night after night, he raced as fast as the wind across the twilight field, until he could cross it in three minutes, more quickly, he thought, than anyone had run across it before.
At last, the day of the race arrived. Trumpets sounded, and the young men gathered along the edge of the field, along with Atalanta herself, the prize that they sought. The king and his friends sat in soft chairs, and the townspeople stood along the course of the race. The king rose to address them all. "Good day!" he said to the crowds. "Good luck!" he said to the young men. To Atalanta, he said "Goodbye. I must tell you farewell, for tomorrow, you will be married."
"I am not too sure of that, father" Atalanta answered, and she went to stand in line with the young men. "Not one of them," she said to herself, "can win the race, for I will run as fast as the wind, and leave them all behind."
And now, a bugle sounded, and the runners were off!
The crowds cheered as the young men and Atalanta began to race across the field. At first, they ran as a group, but Atalanta soon pulled ahead, with three of the young men close after her. As they neared the half-way point, one of them put on a great burst of speed and seemed to pull ahead for an instant, but then gasped, and fell back. Atalanta shot on! Soon, another young man, tense with the effort, drew near to Atalanta. He reached out as if to touch her sleeve, stumbled for an instant, and lost speed. Atalanta smiled as she ran on. "I have almost won!" she thought. Just then another young man drew near to her. This was young John, running like the wind, as steadily and as swiftly as Atalanta herself. Atlanta felt his closeness, and in a sudden burst, she dashed ahead. But young John didn't give up. "Nothing at all," thought he, "will keep me from winning my chance to speak with Atalanta," and on he ran, swift as the wind, until he ran as her equal, side by side with her, toward the golden ribbon that marked the race's end. Atalanta was aware of him, and she raced even faster. But young John was a strong match for her. Smiling with the pleasure of the race, Atalanta and young John reached the finish line together, and together they broke through the golden ribbon that marked it!
Trumpets blew! The crowd shouted and leaped about! The king rose. "Who is this young man?" he asked.
"I am young John from the town," young John answered.
"Very well, young John," said the king, as John and Atalanta stood before him. "You have not won the race, but you have come closer to winning than any man here. And so I give you the prize that was promised: the right to marry my daughter."
Young John smiled at Atalanta, and she smiled back. "Thank you, sir," said John to the king, "but I could not possibly marry your daughter unless she wished to marry me. I have run this race for the chance to talk with Atalanta."
Atalanta laughed with pleasure. "And I," she said to John, "could not possibly marry you before I've gone out to see the world. But I would like nothing better than to spend the afternoon with you." And she held out her hand to young John, who took it. Then the two of them sat and talked on the grassy field. Atalanta told John about her telescopes and her pigeons, and John told Atalanta about his globes and his geography studies. At the end of the day, they were friends.
The next day, John set off by ship to discover new lands, and Atalanta set off on horseback to visit
great cities. The king stayed home and thought about how the world was changing. When he was
young, daughters always wanted to get married. But now Atalanta is still off in the world, visiting
towns and cities, and John is still sailing the seas. Perhaps someday they'll be married, and
perhaps they will not. In any case, it is certain they are both living happily ever after.
Right now was one of those times. Grandma was in the kitchen, making Delilah's breakfast, and grumbling about it.
"You don't have to do that, grandma. I can make my own breakfast."
Grandma took two eggs out of the boiling water. "Never mind, it's already done. Here."
"Thank you," said Delilah.
"Where are you going today?" her grandmother asked.
"To David's house, to play."
"Like that?"
"Like what?" Delilah asked.
"In those dirty pants with the hole in the knee? You look like a charity case."
"I'm comfortable," Delilah said with her mouth full of eggs. She was eating as fast as she could.
"Don't gobble your food."
"I couldn't help it, it was so good," Delilah said as she finished. She was trying to make the best of a bad thing.
"And don't talk with your mouth full," grandma said.
"Okay," said Delilah, "See you later."
"Why don't you comb your hair at least before you go?" her grandmother asked.
"Why don't you leave me alone!" shouted Delilah at the top of her lungs.
Her grandma looked surprised at first. Then she started to cry.
Delilah looked surprised too. Then she started to feel sorry. "I didn't mean to shout," she said softly. Grandma continued to cry. "Please don't cry." Grandma stopped crying, but she wasn't ready to forgive Delilah.
"Being old isn't easy, Delilah," she said. "You'll see. When you get to be my age, you'll be just like me."
Delilah didn't belive it for a minute. She knew she would be different, but she didn't say so.
Instead, she said "I'm sorry, grandma." And she really was.
Toy Land, Toy Land,
Beautiful girl and boy land.
They're closing up Girl Land, some say it's a shame,
It used to be busy, then nobody came.
And other folks tell you they're glad that it's done,
'Cause Girl Land was never much fun.
"Welcome to Girl Land, my good little girls.
Admission's a wink, and a toss of your curls.
There's fun for all, from eight, to eighty,
You go in a girl and you come out a lady!"
They're closing down Girl Land, some say it's a crime,
To be losing the trees you're forbidden to climb.
And other folks say it was always a bore,
To wait for a boy who would open the door to the fun house.
"Wonderful Girl Land, the island of joys,
Where good little girls pick up after the boys.
So come on in. Look about,
You go in a girl, and you never get out!"
They're boarding up Girl Land, some say it's too bad.
They try to remember some fun that they had.
And other folks say it was no fun at all,
Being a girl in Girl Land.
And soon in a park that was Girl Land before,
You'll do what you like, and you'll be who you are,
As you wander in, and wander out,
And pretty soon forget all about:
"Girl Land, Girl Land,
Beautiful Girl Land."
In a little while, Dudley saw the girl next door. "Hi. My name is Dudley Pippen. I live in the yellow house next door. My father's name is Mr. Pippen and my mother's name is Mrs. Pippen. I have a lot of other relatives, and they all have names too. My mother has a saxophone, but two keys are broken, and once I fell on my head, and I had, if you look, three stiches right here."
"Wow."
"My father cut his nose this morning while he was shaving. He says that our name is in the telephone book, and that means that our name is all over the city, in every place that has a telephone. And I was in an airplane once, and I have a finger painting set, a red bicycle that used to be my father's, and a ball of tin foil five inches across."
"Wow. My name is Naomi. Do you have a friend?"
"No. We just moved here. I don't have a friend."
"I don't have a friend. And Irving Gland, across the street, he doesn't have a friend either. We play together, because neither of us has a friend."
"Let's have a club. Only people who don't have a friend can belong."
"We'll call it the No-Friends Club."
"Okay."
Jill told Bill that it was lots of fun to cook.
Bill told Jill that she could bait a real fish hook.
So they made ooey-gooey chocolate cakes,
Stickly-licky sugar top, and they gobbled it and giggled.
And they sat by the river and they fished in the water,
And they talked as the squirmy-wormies wiggled.
Singing "Glad to have a friend like you,
Fair and fun and skippin' free.
Glad to have a friend like you,
And glad to just be me.
Pearl told Earl that they could do a secret code.
Earl to Pearl there was free ice cream when it snowed.
So they sent funny letter which contained mystery messages,
And nobody knew just how they made it.
And they raised up the window, scooped all the snow together,
Put milk and sugar in and ate it.
Singing "Glad to have a friend like you,
Fair and fun and skippin' free.
Glad to have a friend like you,
And glad to just be me.
Peg told Greg she liked to make things out of chairs.
Greg told Peg sometimes he still hugged teddy bears.
So they sneaked in the living room and piled all the pillows up,
And made it a rocket ship to fly in.
And the bears were their girls and boys and they were the astronauts
Who lived on the moon with one pet lion.
Singing "Glad to have a friend like you,
Fair and fun and skippin' free.
Glad to have a friend like you,
And glad to just be, glad to just be, glad to just be me.
You and Me!
You and Me!
You and Me!
And you and me are free to be
You and Me.
Marlo Thomas and Friends
Alan Alda, Harry Belafonte, Mel Brooks, Jack Cassidy,
Dick Cavett, Carol Channing, Billy de Wolfe, Rosey Grier,
Shirley Jones, Bobby Morse, The New Seekers,
Diana Ross, Diana Sands, Tom Smothers
Produced by Carole Hart
Music produced by Stephen Lawrence and Bruce Hart
(c) 1972, 1985 Arista Records, Inc.