Reminds me of Yakety-yak,which apparently,is a song about parents,telling their wayward kid what to do.
Actual lyrics to "Yakety-Yak"
[Verse 3] Don't you give me no dirty looks Your father's hip; he knows what cooks Just tell your hoodlum friend outside You ain't got time to take a ride
Yakety yak,don't talk back Yakety yak,yakety yak.
(Now MY lyrics) Blacketty black,don't talk back. Blacketty black,blacketty black!
Who robbed the gun store,down the street? Who ran in here,to escape from the "heat"? Why are the po-lice always around? Looking for you--like a bloodhound?
If they want to attend an anti-racist workshop tell those young folks to go into the "hood" and tell the young negro men hanging around to give up their bad ways.
Reminds me of Yakety-yak,which apparently,is a song about parents,telling their wayward kid what to do.
ReplyDeleteActual lyrics to "Yakety-Yak"
[Verse 3]
Don't you give me no dirty looks
Your father's hip; he knows what cooks
Just tell your hoodlum friend outside
You ain't got time to take a ride
Yakety yak,don't talk back
Yakety yak,yakety yak.
(Now MY lyrics)
Blacketty black,don't talk back.
Blacketty black,blacketty black!
Who robbed the gun store,down the street?
Who ran in here,to escape from the "heat"?
Why are the po-lice always around?
Looking for you--like a bloodhound?
Blacketty black,blacketty black.
Blacketty black,blacketty black.
You're a negro,through and through.
Out all night--doin' what you do.
Cops had the dogs here,lookin' for a clue.
Now a murder warrant's out for you.
Blacketty black,blacketty black.
Blacketty black,blacketty black.
--GRA
If they want to attend an anti-racist workshop tell those young folks to go into the "hood" and tell the young negro men hanging around to give up their bad ways.
ReplyDeletePoe-leese. Not po-lice. Gotta get it right. Imitation the highest form of flattery.
ReplyDeleteLol.How about,"PO-lease"?
Delete--GRA
Po-lease good too. Hell, they got us talking their way.
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