Lyric 1, 2, 3...SLAM!

Okay, here s the story about my mom and 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!!!