Blue American

I wrote this novel just for you It sounds pretentious but it's true I wrote this novel just for you That's why it's vulgar That's why it's blue And I say, "Thank you" And I say, "Thank you" I wrote this novel just for mom For all the mommy things she's done For all the times she showed me wrong For all the time she sang God's song And I say, "Thank you mom Hello mom, thank you mom Hi mom" I read a book about Uncle Tom Where a whitey bastard made a bomb But now Ebonics rule our song Those motherfuckers got it wrong And I ask, "Who is Uncle Tom? Who is Uncle Tom? Who is Uncle Tom?" You are I read a book about the self Said I should get expensive help Go fix my head create some wealth Put my neurosis on the shelf But I don't care for myself I don't care for myself I don't care for myself I don't care I wrote this novel just for you I'm so pretentious, yes it's true I wrote this novel just for you Just for you, just for you