Из альбома: Let it down
I've got white blood cells in my veins, covered up with pasty skin
but I know I've got to have some kind of groove deep down within
I come from out in the suburbs where they groove to crap like Wham!
("Uh huh.") The closest I've come to Motown is that bad song by the Jam
White boys, white boys
White boys trying to groove
"Do you eat white bread for your sandwich?" "If my mom cuts off the crust."
It isn't hard to tell we've never been to the back of the bus
"How 'bout Malcolm X?" "Wasn't he in Hanoi Rocks?" "That's right."
I've got enough soul to fill a thimble, but not quite to the top
CHORUS:
White boys, white boys
White boys trying to groove
Uptight and white
Uptight and white, but I'm gonna break through
I'm uptight and white, but I'm gonna learn how to groove
Well, my mama calls 'em "darkies" and my daddy calls 'em "coons"
I don't wanna get offensive but I get so damn confused
I was raised on a steady diet of TV racial stereotypes ("That's a mouthful!")
(Uptight and white
Uptight and white)
Do you eat white bread for your sandwich (if your mom cuts off the crust)?
It isn't hard to tell you've never been to the back of the bus
How 'bout Malcolm X? "Wasn't he in Hanoi Rocks?"
["That's not true. That's absolutely not true."]