Never Mattered Much

Let me tell you 'Bout a young boy from Santa Ana Playing music with the band Was the only thing that ever mattered I never really listened much to rock-n-roll Grew up on James Brown, Motown and Latin soul And that's the truth, yes it is See, all my homies Were of serious Latino persuasion They taught me how to find the groove Despite my sole lack of pigmentation They took a little white boy with shiny shoes And they anointed me with salsa and rhythm and blues And that's the truth The whole truth, so help me, God I can't pretend to be something I am not So if my midnight confession Seems peculiar to you Well, it may sound crazy But it ain't nothin' but the truth Now me and Jesus Had our own kind of understanding You see, He knew I wasn't no choirboy But I guess He wasn't all that demanding He knew I didn't always walk the line But He was right there to catch me every time And that's the truth The whole truth, so help me, God I can't pretend to be something I am not So if my midnight confession Seems peculiar to you Well, it may sound crazy But it ain't nothin' but the truth, no You may say it's impossible "Hey, that ain't Butterfly Boy" I know it sounds so incredible But it's the truth Es la verdad, así que ayúdeme, Dios No puedo ser algo que no soy Si lo que digo se vea desconocido a ti No, you may think I'm crazy Pero es la verdad The whole truth, so help me, God (Hey) I can't pretend to be something I am not So if my midnight confession Seems peculiar to you Well, it may sound crazy But it ain't nothin' but the truth Ain't nothin' but the truth Ain't nothin' but the truth Yeah! Come on! Come on! (Ain't nothin' but the truth) Look out, y'all! Hey, hey, hey! Look out!