Titel van zo'n beetje het meest bekende werkje van Joe South. Afgelopen nacht hoorde ik bij het terug luisteren van een radio-uitzending dat hij donderdag (of woensdag) overleden is.
Oh the games people play now Every night and every day now Never meaning what they say now Never saying what they mean
And they wile away the hours In their ivory towers Till they`re covered up with flowers In the back of a black limousine
Chorus La-da da da da da da da La-da da da da da de Talking `bout you and me And the games people play
Oh we make one another cry Break a heart then we say goodbye Cross our hearts and we hope to die That the other was to blame
Neither one will give in So we gaze at our eight by ten Thinking `bout the things that might have been It`s a dirty rotten shame
People walking up to you Singing glory halleluja And they`re tryin to sock it to you In the name of the Lord
They`re gonna teach you how to meditate Read your horoscope, cheat your faith And further more to hell with hate Come on and get on board
-now wait a minute- Look around tell me what you see What`s happening to you and me God grant me the serenity To just remember who I am
Cause you`ve given up your sanity For your pride and your vanity Turns your back on humanity And you don`t give a da da da da da