Too much, it's too much, too much

Got too much water under the bridge

Got too much, too much, got too much

Got too much water under the bridge



I got to think of something, think of something

I got to think of something

We got to hang together, we got to hang together

We got to hang together, or hang separately



Maybe we got time to burn

I got a yen to hear myself talk

But I don't want to make that kind of history

Put your hand on the rock

And maybe you've got nothing left to learn

You put me in a state

But do you want to make that kind of history

Put your hand on the rock

And let it all run out

You know why we got to hang together



Number one ain't always number one

Instant karma's always coming back

And I don't want to make that kind of history

Put your hand on the rock

Tell ya mamma nature's on the run

Bad karma's running in the back

But do we want to make that kind of history

Put your hand on the rock

And let it all run out

You know why we got to get together



We got no more time to burn

We got to crawl before we can walk

So if you wanna make a new kind of history

Put your hand on the rock

And I got a few things I'd like to learn

I get tired of hearing myself squawk

And I wanna make a new kind of history

Put your hand on the rock

And let it all run out

You know why we got to hang together