What was number one when you were born?

Originally posted by rbmorris
I think the number one was an "I" when you were born. 😉

LMAO😀

Originally posted by rbmorris
I think the number one was an "I" when you were born. 😉

Nah, long before that Arby 🙄 They were still inventing "zero" - but look at you now!!!

Originally posted by coentje
in the USA (where i am now)
ABC -The Jackson 5

Hey, me too! (Edit: I mean that was the no. 1 hit in the US when I was born, too, not that I am in the US now)

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What?! That's an awesome song! 😠

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Some people might say my life is in a rut
But I'm quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more
But I'm so happy I can't see the point
Somethings happening here today
A show of strength with your boy's brigade and
I'm so happy and you're so kind
You want more money of course I don't mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes
And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this society's got
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, I've enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
Me, I'm too busy dodging 'tween the flak

What you see is what you get
You've made your bed, you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns
And the public wants what the public gets
But I don't get what this society wants
I'm going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
So let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow

We talk and talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
The braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream

Going underground, I'm going underground
I'm going underground, I'm going underground

The braying sheep on my TV screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream

Going underground, well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout
Going underground, well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, let the boys all sing and let the boys all shout for tomorrow