Help me help me

I guess it's been so long since I've heard the sound of '63.
I forgot it was wrong to live life without the harmony.

And all of these songs that I am hearing on the radio,
I can't tell if they are real or a joke.
Where's all the words that they write with intent to provoke, now?
Where's your heart? Where's your heart? Where's your soul, now?

Help me, help me, I'm dancin' with the microphone.
Help me, help me, I'm screamin' at the top of my lungs
Where I've been, Where I'm from
Everybody sings along with the songs like they're the ones who've done something wrong.

I'm writing this song for the dance halls and the music TV,
and maybe when I'm gone, my voice will carry on,
and the breakdowns in the bridges will breakdown at the melody.

And all of these songs that I am hearing on the radio,
I can't tell if they are real or a joke.
Where's all the words that they write with intent to provoke, now?
Where's your heart? Where's your heart? Where's your soul, now?

Help me, help me, I'm dancin' with the microphone.
Help me, help me, I'm screamin' at the top of my lungs
Where I've been, Where I'm from
Everybody sings along with the songs like they're the ones who've done something wrong