Clear Blue Skies

Verse One: [Buddy Slim] Damn it, son I think its time we had a little man-to-man talking I heard that you was hand-in-hand Walking down the boulevard, middle of the day With this Black chick Tell me the truth, boy, or you can catch this slap quick [The Brewin] Let me get this straight You're ranting and raving Behaving like a mad dog with rabies Because my baby's not white; that ain't right Pops, you got me puzzled Because in the past with Black folks you never struggled At least to my knowledge [Buddy Slim] Your knowledge seems to need a little working That little nigger bitch got you looking like The Jerk And I can't another minute of you and that Black heifer, son Looking sorta like Tom Willis from the Jefferson Show [The Brewin] What you know about my girl to try and slander Let me talk a bit and maybe you can understand The situation that I got isn't messing with somebody Cause this woman's taking care of both my mind and my body [Buddy Slim] Yeah, yeah, yeah, OK I understand that she's attractive Cause their bodies are just built to be sexually active Baby-making taking tax money for their welfare Or maybe up on 42nd with the bodies that they sell there So what's her name? Is it Shanainai or Shaquana? Son, she's got to be a goner [The Brewin] Well I'm glad to see my father's in my corner [Buddy Slim] Oh, you think this shit is funny? I ain't joking That's the last straw, the camel's back has been broken (Chorus) Verse Two: [The Brewin] Well I'll be damned Cause it seems that I'm the last to know My father's a bigot My girl's Black, he can't dig it So she has to go [Buddy Slim] Now you're judging me, kid But do you know me [The Brewin] But it seems to me that even David Duke could be your homey [Buddy Slim] Now you know I ain't no racist But they place us in a terrible predicament They're taking over the block And, damn it son, I'm sick of it [The Brewin] But when you see the neighbors you say "Hi, how you doing" [Buddy Slim] Still I think of how the value of my property's been ruined [The Brewin] You sound like such an idiot I pity it I wonder, should I laugh or should I cry? More than anything I want a reason why All of a sudden, the blood in your vien flows with such vigor Just because you choose to call another person "nigger" [Buddy Slim] Well they're just some thugs Stealing, slum-dwelling, drug-dealing, gun-selling And a hundred yard dashing after doing purse-snatching Damn savages who ravages the buckets of Kentucky Fried Chicken With the first dibs on the ribs Looking like a damn monkey on the football fields and basketball courts Taking over sports Leaving us just to golf and to tennis And they menacing society, the bums They should go the fuck to where they came from [The Brewin] So that's your vision of perfection That's your clear blue skies Through those clear blue eyes Which seem to make you think you're better But instead of simply sinking to the level of your thinking I'll be ghost [Buddy Slim] Pack your bags, nigger-lover, and good riddance (Chorus)