Okay, here's the story about my momand 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!