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In the annals of popular music, the name Sylvia isn't exactly bold print. The single-named star, however, broke new ground in music as the first person to combine the protest music of the 1970s with sex, deftly mixing calls for the end of the Vietnam War with double-entendres, innuendo, and guttural moans.

While Have You Had Any Lately? only reached #14 on the charts, it succinctly answered the question, "Why didn't Bob Dylan and Donna Summer ever sing a duet?"

Have You Had Any Lately?
How long has it been, my friend, since you made a friend?
How long will it be, my friend, till you set me free? Oooh!
How long will it take, my friend, for your guns to cease?
How many boys have died, both Americans and Vietnamese?

I wanna know -- Ooh!
I wanna know -- Aah!
Have you had any lately? Good God!
I'm talkin' bout peace -- Ooh!
I'm talkin' bout peace -- Aah!
Have you had any lately?

All right now, let me ask you:
How many mothers will watch each year, protesting fear?
How many stomachs growl each day in sufficient pain? Ooh!
How long will it take, my friend, for the world to see
that this is a jungle -- it's not fit for humanity.

I wanna know -- Ooh!
I wanna know -- Aah!
Have you had any lately? Good God!
I'm talkin' about peace -- Ooh!
Have you ever made peace -- Aah!
Have you had any lately?

Now take this.
You took a mother's child who was born to be free.
You gave him a gun then you showed him your enemy.
Then guess what? Then he died for your so-called cause.
Now tell me: was it worth his life -- you should have given yours!

I wanna know, know, know, know, know.
I've got to know:
Have you had any lately? Good God!
I'm talkin 'bout peace -- Ooh!
Have you ever made peace -- Aah!
Have you had any lately?

Now now now,
My mama wants some.
My daddy needs some -- Mmh!
They haven't had any lately -- Good God!
My sister wants peace, peace, peace.
My brother wants peace, peace, peace.
They haven't had any lately.
Now now now,
My husband wants some.
I ain't had none -- Aah!
We haven't had any lately -- Good God!
Hippies want peace -- Aah!
Junkies need peace -- Ooh!
They haven't had any lately, now now now.
The world wants peace, peace, peace.
Just a little peace, peace, peace.

Sadly, Sylvia faded into obscurity with the failure of her follow-up, "I'm Gonna Make You Come (To Understand The Harm Caused by Unlicensed Weapons)."