Say down where I'm born in no white boy's never done that dance They play their music, they wear their funky underpants They wear that lipstick and then they're shakin' their asses at those girls With the pretty music Those pretty boys got pretty, pretty, pretty girls Come and dance with me, check my pants you'll see My bathroom is a funky kind of ghetto I don't got no lipstick, I don't got no hot pink underwear I live like a caveman, I got my greasy long brown hair I got some women, they ain't too beatiful or thin But they appease me I don't need no beauty queen to sing
One thousand times it's just strolling by And every step adds an empty sigh My days are full of nothing new I wich my eyes, they'd look beyond you
