Okay, here's the story about my mom and dad



One was white



One was black



I bet you think you're glad



I'm a half breed, my skin is fair yet tan



I don't know what the hell I'm on



So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!







Kinky hair when I wake up



Straight when I go to bed



My dad speaks jive talk to me, don't know what he just said



My mother she's a honkey



My dad's Kentucky fried



I don't know what the hell I'm on



So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!







Back at home it's black eyed peas with a pot roast on the side



It's hot dogs on Friday nights



The chicken's country fried



My dad says "Yo boy pass the peas!"



My mom says pass the squash



I need something to ease the pain



So I'll go downtown and get some downers







Whoa, man, I'm a little bit slow



But I've got to get up somehow



Got no money



Just a good idea



Let me tell you how



I'll steal my parents credit cards



Oh yes I'll rip them off



I'll go downtown to where dad works



And get myself some cocaine







Now I'm high, and I'm not shy



I'll get it off my chest



My mom is white, she thinks she's right



She thinks that she's the best



My dad is just a negro, he's not one to play golf



I don't know what the hell I am



So 1, 2...1, 2, 3 SLAM!!!