I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got
Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash
Just who do you think I am?
You
My skin is black, my arms are long
My hair is
Young, gifted and black
Oh what a lovely precious dream
To be
Randy newman
Beat-up little seagull
On a marble stair
Tryin' to find the
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face
Do what you gotta do
Come on back and see me
Baby, you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm
People laugh each time they see us walking by and
Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the
You're nothing but a dirty, dirty old man
You do your
Your mind lies in the Devil's workshop
Evil doing your thrill
The
Here comes the sun little darlin'
Here comes the sun
I say,
We are not in a position to display these lyrics
I put a spell on you
'Cause you're mine
You better stop
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