Brown Boy


Brown boy, brown boy come around

Come hear the tale of the new kid in town.

He ain't no peach this fine young thing

I heard he aint even got a wedding ring

What so cool about this new fellow

Are his teeth yellow?

He's bright and uptight that's all I see

He reminds me of the old bourgeoisie

There you go again with them big words

Let's find out all about his herd.

Boy tell us your name

No need to feel no shame

He seems to be mute 

But I reckon I still find him cute.

The shadows are gone,

Please sing us your song.



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