I forgot my bass. Somebody, can I use your bass? Get your bass! I left it on the bus, I know. Maxine, can I use your bass? No, Max, you shouldn't use your bass. You should know that you have a *** in it. Bumblebee, bumblebee, bumblebee, bumblebee, bumblebee, bumblebee. Give it up, give it up. Don't worry, I'm not warming up to that. We're doing a song tonight, so I'm singing it. I need some candles. And you guys know what, I'll get something else. Everything's in my purse. Okay, that's okay. You guys, you aren't even dressed yet. You better hurry up before Nelson comes. I'm already dressed. I'm already dressed. I'm already dressed. I'm already dressed. Nelson. Who is it? Nelson. Come in! Hi Nelson. Hey ladies, are we ready? Yes, I'm ready. I've been ready. We need one more minute. Go on. I need my shoe. Go on, there it is. We have to go now. Okay, come on ladies, we have to go now. You have lipstick. Okay, glasses. You guys, we forgot to say a prayer. You have to say a prayer. Hold hands quick. God is great, and he's great in little things. And it's not money. And it's not money. And it's not money. And it's not money. And it's not money. And it's not money. And it's not money. And he's great in little things. Whoa, that's good. Isn't that a prayer? That is a prayer. Yo Nelson, are you here yet ma'am? Ladies, are we ready? Yeah, yeah, we're ready. Just a second, I need a mic. Nelson, you need a mic. Look at Nelson, what's he wearing? Look at Nelson, we're in a shoot. Oh God. Then I need my shoe. Dog, my ear ring broke. Are you ready? All the way from Oakland, California, The Funky Divas of Soul in volume! Live it your own way, live it your life, live it your own way. I lived part of my life, being scared of my dreams. Every time someone asked what I'm shooting for in life, I would hide my true feelings. And when I spoke up to my friends, they made fun of my dreams. So when time got too rough, I would think back on one thing my mama would say to me. Live it your life, yeah, you got to live it your own way. Mama would say, live it your life, you got to live it your own way. Voices of evil struck back and forth throughout my young days. Because I would listen and care what other people would say. Like a four-letter word, I ignored the whole world and built my own tiny world with respect. But it took time to relate what my mama would say. Time after time again, she'd say, live it your life, you got to live it your own way. Mama would say, live it your life, you got to live it your own way. It's gotta be that way. Live it your life, yeah, live it your own way. Mama used to say, live it your life, this is your life, you got to live it your own way. Live it your life, yeah, live it your own way. Live it your life, yeah, live it your own way. This is your life, you got to live it your own way. Mama would say, live it your life, this is your life, you got to live it your own way. It's gotta be that way. Live it your life, you got to live it your own way. Live it your life, you got to live your life for the best now. Live it your own way, this is your life.