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You might not recognize
The truth gets colored by
Wrong things
Bad things do disguise
Afraid you might despise
The real thing the real thing
Whoa-oh the real thing
Whoa-oh the real thing

Sown in southern cal
We don't wear shoes
We lay it way back
When someone with charisma tells me
"don't wear shoes"
I tell them "go back where did you get that?"

You might not recognize
The truth gets colored by
Wrong things
Bad things do disguise
Afraid you might despise
The real thing the real thing
Whoa-oh the real thing
Whoa-oh the real thing

Down in africa they bear the drum
They like the big beat
White man through the p.a. says
"don't beat that drum"
They tell him "go back where does it say that?"
The real thing the real thing
Whoa-oh the real thing
Whoa-oh the real thing

Down at the little church
They all wear hats
They feel they're doing right
Over the big church
They hate those hats
It gets them uptight now is that right?

You might not recognize
The truth get colored by
Wrong things
Bad things do disguise
Afraid you might despise
The real thing the real thing
Whoa-oh the real thing
Whoa-oh the real thing