/pol/ - International /Pol/itics & /Bant/er

Nibbling on soy cake
Watching the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strumming my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp, well, they're beginning to boil
Oh, crawfish in New Orleans, yeah
Wasting away again in Niggerville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a Negress to blame
But I know, it's nobody's fault
I don't know the reason
Stayed up all season
With nothing to show but a brand-new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Jamaican cutie
How it got here, I haven't a clue, I really don't know
Wasting away again in Niggerville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a Negress to blame
But I think it could be my fault, maybe, just maybe
I blew out my flip-flop (how?)
Stepped on a pop top
I broke my leg twice, had to limp on back home
God, I still feel pain
I wish I had some cocaine
But that's been gone since early this morn' (long gone)
Wasting away again in Niggerville (yes, I am, yes, I am, I'm)
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a Negress to blame
And I know, it's my own damn fault