7th Chorus

Dumb kids with thick lips
And black skin
Carry paper bags
Meaninglessly:
"Stop bothering the cat!"
His mother yelled at him
Yesterday and now
He goes to work
Down Third Street
In the milky dawn
Piano rolling over the hill
To the tune of the English
Fifers in some whiter mine,
'Brick a brack,
 Pliers on your back;
 Mick mack
 Kidneys in your back;
     Bald Boo!
 Oranges and you!
     Lick lock
     The redfaced cock'


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