| Song | Games People Play |
| Artist | Joe South |
| Album | Greatest Hits Of The 60's |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Oh, the games people play now | |
| Every night and every day now | |
| Never meaning what they say now | |
| Never saying what they mean | |
| And they wile away the hours | |
| In their ivory towers | |
| Till they're covered up with flowers | |
| In the back of a black limousine | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, de | |
| Talking 'bout you and me | |
| And the games people play | |
| Oh, we make one another cry | |
| Break a heart then we say goodbye | |
| Cross our hearts and we hope to die | |
| That the other was to blame | |
| Neither one will give in | |
| So, we gaze at our eight by ten | |
| Thinking 'bout the things that might have been | |
| It's a dirty rotten shame | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, de | |
| Talking 'bout you and me | |
| And the games people play | |
| People walking up to you | |
| Singing, ‽Glory Hallelujah†| |
| And they're tryin' to sock it to you | |
| In the name of the Lord | |
| They're gonna teach you how to meditate | |
| Read your horoscope, cheat your faith | |
| And further more to hell with hate | |
| Come on and get on board | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, de | |
| Talking 'bout you and me | |
| And the games people play | |
| Look around, tell me what you see | |
| What's happening to you and me | |
| God grant me the serenity | |
| To remember who I am | |
| 'Cause you've given up your sanity | |
| For your pride and your vanity | |
| Turns you sad on humanity | |
| And you don't give a da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, de | |
| Talking 'bout you and me | |
| And the games people play |
| Oh, the games people play now | |
| Every night and every day now | |
| Never meaning what they say now | |
| Never saying what they mean | |
| And they wile away the hours | |
| In their ivory towers | |
| Till they' re covered up with flowers | |
| In the back of a black limousine | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, de | |
| Talking ' bout you and me | |
| And the games people play | |
| Oh, we make one another cry | |
| Break a heart then we say goodbye | |
| Cross our hearts and we hope to die | |
| That the other was to blame | |
| Neither one will give in | |
| So, we gaze at our eight by ten | |
| Thinking ' bout the things that might have been | |
| It' s a dirty rotten shame | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, de | |
| Talking ' bout you and me | |
| And the games people play | |
| People walking up to you | |
| Singing, Glory Hallelujah | |
| And they' re tryin' to sock it to you | |
| In the name of the Lord | |
| They' re gonna teach you how to meditate | |
| Read your horoscope, cheat your faith | |
| And further more to hell with hate | |
| Come on and get on board | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, de | |
| Talking ' bout you and me | |
| And the games people play | |
| Look around, tell me what you see | |
| What' s happening to you and me | |
| God grant me the serenity | |
| To remember who I am | |
| ' Cause you' ve given up your sanity | |
| For your pride and your vanity | |
| Turns you sad on humanity | |
| And you don' t give a da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, de | |
| Talking ' bout you and me | |
| And the games people play |
| Oh, the games people play now | |
| Every night and every day now | |
| Never meaning what they say now | |
| Never saying what they mean | |
| And they wile away the hours | |
| In their ivory towers | |
| Till they' re covered up with flowers | |
| In the back of a black limousine | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, de | |
| Talking ' bout you and me | |
| And the games people play | |
| Oh, we make one another cry | |
| Break a heart then we say goodbye | |
| Cross our hearts and we hope to die | |
| That the other was to blame | |
| Neither one will give in | |
| So, we gaze at our eight by ten | |
| Thinking ' bout the things that might have been | |
| It' s a dirty rotten shame | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, de | |
| Talking ' bout you and me | |
| And the games people play | |
| People walking up to you | |
| Singing, Glory Hallelujah | |
| And they' re tryin' to sock it to you | |
| In the name of the Lord | |
| They' re gonna teach you how to meditate | |
| Read your horoscope, cheat your faith | |
| And further more to hell with hate | |
| Come on and get on board | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, de | |
| Talking ' bout you and me | |
| And the games people play | |
| Look around, tell me what you see | |
| What' s happening to you and me | |
| God grant me the serenity | |
| To remember who I am | |
| ' Cause you' ve given up your sanity | |
| For your pride and your vanity | |
| Turns you sad on humanity | |
| And you don' t give a da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da | |
| La, da, da, da, da, da, de | |
| Talking ' bout you and me | |
| And the games people play |