Do you remember the way we used to praise When would shout a loud Lift our voices and sing Whether the musicians were there or not We praised the lord With everything we got We would find ways to praise Like stumping our feet
Lifting our voice And clapping our hands And they used to say: We don't need no muzick We don't need no muzick We don't need no muzick We don't need no muzick
Lift your voices All ye people Don't be ashamed This is not a show All spectators are rebuked in Jesus' name I don't hear the piano Organ Or the acoustic
Can't even hear the drums "What's this...? " This is the original muzick In the ol'school days When they would sing and wave Clap Clap Clap Clappin their hands
And they always used to say: We don't need no muzick We don't need no muzick We don't need no muzick We don't need no muzick
He's still good With muzick or not He's still good God is good He's still good
He's good He's good So good to me He's still good He's good God is good so We don't need no muzick
