I Got You Babe I GOT YOU BABE written by Sonny Bono performed by Sonny & Cher (Number 1 on Billboard chart for 3 weeks, August 1965) HER: They say we're young and we don't know We won't find out until we grow HIM: Well I don't know if all that's true 'Cause you got me, and baby I got you HIM: Babe BOTH: I got you babe I got you babe HER: They say our love won't pay the rent Before it's earned, our money's all been spent HIM: I guess that's so, we don't have a pot But at least I'm sure of all the things we got HIM: Babe BOTH: I got you babe I got you babe HIM: I got flowers in the spring I got you to wear my ring HER: And when I'm sad, you're a clown And if I get scared, you're always around HER: So let them say your hair's too long 'Cause I don't care, with you I can't go wrong HIM: Then put your little hand in mine There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb HIM: Babe BOTH: I got you babe I got you babe HIM: I got you to hold my hand HER: I got you to understand HIM: I got you to walk with me HER: I got you to talk with me I got you to kiss goodnight I got you to hold me tight I got you, I won't let go I got you to love me so BOTH: I got you babe I got you babe I got you babe I got you babe I got you babe The Beat Goes On The beat goes on, the beat goes on. Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain. La de da de de, la de da de da. Charleston was once the rage, uh huh. History has turned the page, uh huh. The miniskirt's the current thing, uh huh. Tennybopper si our newborn king, uh huh. And the beat goes on, the beat goes on. Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain. La de da de de, la de da de da. The grocery store's the supermart, uh huh. Little girls still break their hearts, uh huh. And men still keep on marching off to war. Electrically they keep a baseball score. And the beat goes on, the beat goes on. Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain. La de da de de, la de da de da. Grandmas sit in chairs and reminisce Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss. The cars keep going faster all the time. Bums still cry 'Hey buddy, have you got a dime?' And the beat goes on, the beat goes on. Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain. La de da de de, la de da de da.