I Wanna Be Black Sometimes There’s only five black kids in our nice suburban school A freshman and a dork, the other three are girls So me and all my homies are the dopest by default You could ask anybody they’d say “yes yes y’all” My parents can’t stand it when I’m kickin’ all that slang They think I’m into drugs, they think I’m in a gang But I don’t take their paranoia all that seriously It’s really quite simple, I’ve just got this fantasy (chorus) I wanna be black sometimes, I wanna be down Oh just relax now people settle down Like 2Pac I wanna get around I wanna be black sometimes, I wanna be down When Biggie Smalls got murdered, he died for all our sins I poured out a little liquor of my first juice and gin I memorized the lyrics to all my favorite cuts I could put ‘em on a mix tape, charge you seven bucks We even got a hip hop band, in case you didn’t know We got the most applause at the talent show And I Dj’d at some parties, and I’d just like to say That the one who spins the record gets a whole lot of play (repeat chorus) Went to a concert in the city, and I felt so out of place For the first time in my life, I was a minority race None of the homies or hotties were looking at me I was just a punk from the ‘burbs, just a wannabe I lingered in the back, sippin’ on a Sprite How could eleven o’ clock seem like a long, long night And I couldn’t even wave my hands up in the air But I wasn’t because I just didn’t care My mom drove in to get me in our grey minivan And as we walked to the lot, we approached a black man Mom got kind of nervous, she grabbed me by the hand We had to cross to avoid him, now I think you understand (repeat chorus) When I get into college things won’t be the same I’m gonna be a dj, I’m gonna change my name You may be laughing now, but it’s a matter of course You’re gonna read about me in the pages of The Source (repeat chorus) Dylan - electric piano Terry Eason - guitar John Guion - bass Brien Lilja - drums College Boys See ‘em all wearing baseball caps All this time, they still wear ‘em to the back I see ‘em ‘round my neigborhood, staying out late I love to go and watch ‘em when they’re lifting weights Those handsome college boys They’re so young, they’re so strong Tabula rasa, and nothing could go wrong Check out that one taking off his pants Building up his alcohol tolerance Those drunken college boys All night long, all night long I hear ‘em next door just-a-carrying on All night long, all night long That’s the fourth time I’ve heard that song Some of those kids are right off the farm Set ‘em off, they might do you some harm If they ever knew I carry on like this They would probably kill me but I can’t resist I just love them college boys Dylan – piano Eason– guitar John Guion–bass Mark Herr – drums Go to "Playing With The Boys in Willie's Band" and "The Secret of Life" Go back to "All The Friends I Ever Had Are Gone" and "Pushin' My Car" Home

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