I don't wanna be nobody's foolnAnd I don't wanna take no one to schoolnI just wanna pick somebody upnnI don't wanna tell you how I livenI just wanna give what I have to givenMaybe it'll pick somebody upnnSmiling faces, warm embracesnLovers walking hand in handnRevolution is no solutionnTo the tragedy of mannHere's my plannHope I cannPick somebody upnPick somebody upnnHoney when you give your love to menTogether we can make some historynMaybe it'll pick somebody upnnGo along and get along and sell my soulnThat ain't the way this papa rollsnWhen a littlenPick somebody upnnTake a stranger, out of dangernHelp someone to understandnThat revolution is no solutionnTo the tragedy of mannHere's my plannHope I can nPick somebody upnPick somebody upnnWhy do you do it, why do you do it?nWhy do you do it, why do you do it?nnSome people ask me: why are you're doing this thing? How come you're playing music for people? Getting up early in the morning just to catch a plane, a bus or a train, going insane, fanning a flame, so then why? Is it for love? Is it for self-expression? Is it to combat depression? Is it to make people happy?nI mean, I love it, I can hear it. I listen when somebody smiles at me.nnWhen I'm happy, when I'm sadnWhen I'm surly, and when I'm gladnWhen that sunshine turns to rainnAnd I just can't stand the painnAnd I feel I'm going insanenTill I get back home againnnWhen I think I can't competenAnd I just can't find the beatnWhen I'm old, when I'm youngnWhen I finally saw the songnI shall hope we have some funnSpreading love to everyonenSo before I tip my cupnI just wanna pick somebody up, pick somebody upnPick somebody up, pick somebody upnPick somebody up, pick somebody up