Latin Soul Forever!

simpacrants! proudly presents Mr. Joe Bataan, Mr. Soul, Mr. New York, with one of his best songs ever recorded from his Fania Records years, What Good is a Castle! It is practically two songs in one! A pioneer of salsa, soul, disco and rap; not praised enough, but always someone to look at! Well, enough chit-chat, a big round of applause for Mr. Bataan and his original band!

What good is a castle
Way high upon a hill
If you're chained down, and you're crippled
And you're six stories high

What good is a playground
Full of lovers beneath your window pane
If everytime you watch them
It starts to rain

Hey, hey, hey
Whoa, whoa, whoa

What good is the sound
Of a child of the world without a girl
What good is a heart
After it's torn apart

What good is a judge
Or a jury without a trail
What good is a daddy
Or a mommy without a child

Hey, hey, hey
Whoa, whoa, whoa

Something inside of me
Keeps repeating
You better hang on boy

Whoa, hoo, hoo

Something inside of me
Begs me to hang on

Whoa, oooo

How can I continue
Or move a step at all
My days are all numbered
So I'll take my fall

{music]

What good is a castle
Way high upon a hill
If you're chained down, and you're crippled
And you're six stories high

What good is a playground
Full of lovers beneath your window pane
If everytime you watch them
It starts to rain

Hey, hey, hey
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey, hey, hey
Whoa, whoa, whoo
Hey, hey, hey
Whoa, whoa, whoa

[Second half Boogaloo]

What good is a castle
Way high upon a hill
If you're chained down, and you're crippled
And you're six stories high

What good is a playground
Full of lovers beneath your window pane
If everytime you watch them
It starts to feeling that it'll pour down rain

Hey, hey, hey
Whoa, whoa, whoa

What good is the sound
Of a child of the world without a girl
What good is a heart
After it's torn apart

What good is a judge
Or a jury without a trail
What good is a daddy
Or a mommy without a child

Hey, hey, hey
Whoa, whoa, whoa

Something inside of me
Keeps repeating
You better hang on boy

Whoa, hoo

Something inside of me
Begs me to hang on

Whoa, oooo

How can I continue
Or move a step at all
My days are all numbered
So I'll take my fall

What good is a castle
Way high upon a hill
If you're chained down, and you're crippled
And you're six stories high

What good is a playground
Full of lovers beneath your window pane
If everytime you watch them
It starts to feeling that it'll pour down rain

Hey, hey, hey
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey, hey, hey
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Hey, hey, hey
Whoa, whoa, whoa