Hey, little girl, don't cry, dry your eyes
I wrote this song for you
Now, it goes down
Can you imagine every world?
Every boy and every girl
They'd all get the same things
They'd all get the same things
A little dough, a lot of love
With a mom and dad to hug
They'd all get the same things
Huh, but down here the world is real
And it don't matter how you feel
Because, we don't get the same things
We don't get the same things
You got to work to stay alive
Forty hours, from 9 to 5
We don't get the same things
All my gangster friends, yeah
And all my skater friends
(What they want?)
We all want the same thing
(What we want, now?)
We all want the same thing, yeah
DJ's in the clubs, Jesus, freaks and thugs
We all want the same thing
Same thing, same thing
Same thing, same thing, now
And, I think about the way
All the politicians say
(What they saying, now?)
Say they want to change things
Say they want to change things
But every year, they take some more
And I don't know what it's for
Though, they never change things
(They don't change nothing)
But, if you want to make it stop, stop
Well, first, you got to start
Making some big, old changes
Doing some different things, yeah
Get up out your bed, think outside your head
And you won't get the same things
Same thing, same thing
Same thing, now
All my gangster friends
And all my skater friends
(What they want, now?)
We all want the same thing
(What we want, now?)
I said, we all want the same thing
DJ's in the clubs, Jesus, freaks and thugs
We all want the same thing
Same thing, same thing
Same thing now
All my ex-girlfriends
And all their new boyfriends
(What they doing, now?)
They all want the same thing
(What they want, now?)
I said, they all want the same thing
From Wall Street to the hood
New York and Hollywood
We all want the same thing, yeah
(And what you say, what you say?)
This is a message to
Remind you there's just one who calls love
All my gangster friends
(What they want, now?)
And all my skater friends
We all want the same thing
I said, we all want the same thing
DJ's in the clubs, Jesus, freaks and thugs
We all want the same thing
Same thing, same thing
Same thing, same thing now
All my ex-girlfriends
(What they want?)
And all their new boyfriends
They all want the same thing
I said, they all want the same thing
From Wall Street to the hood
New York and Hollywood
We all want the same thing, yeah
We all want the same thing, yeah