Aretha-Rumer/Redtenbacher's Funkestra

I got Aretha in the morning High on my headphones and walking to school I got the blues in springtime 'cause I know that I'll never have the right shoes Mama she'd notice but she's always crying I got no one to confide in, Aretha nobody but you And Mama she'd notice but she's always fighting Something in her mind and it sounds like breaking glass I tell Aretha in the morning High on my headphones and walking to school I got the blues in springtime 'cause I know that I'll never have the right shoes But you got the words, baby you got the words You got the words, baby you got the words Oh Aretha Aretha, I don't want to go to school 'Cause they just don't understand me and I think the place is cruel Child, sing out, raise your voice Stand up on your own, go out there and strike out! I tell Aretha I tell Aretha in the morning High on my headphones and walking to school I got the blues in springtime 'cause I know that I'll never have the right shoes But I got the words I got the words I got the words I got the words I got the words