Songtext von The Negroes Were Dancing

Little lover sittin' in the corner with a former member of the jets He would write a letter to the editor about the little holes in her dress She said: Oh, I'm so bored He said: Oh, tell me more She popped him on the dick until he got a little bigger then she just blew up She grabbed him by the liver, put his hands on her hips, said push my luck He said: Oh, I'm so scared She said: Oh, I don't care Just then the negros were dancing Just then backup singers backed up Just then the beat was entrancin' Just then the negros were dancin' A former member lit a cigarette said I bet you never get too much Little lover hit him on the shoulder, said: You caught him, that's the thing I touch He said: Oh, I confess She said: Oh, I'm not impressed They gathered up all the fingerprints and put splints on all the broken bones A former member lover to discover seven more overtones He said: Oh, my dear She said: Oh, touch me here Just then the negros were dancing Just then backup singers backed up Just then the beat was entrancin' Just then the negros were dancin' Just then the negros were dancing Just then backup singers backed up Just then the beat was entrancin' Just then the negros were dancin'