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.