Deana (We Goes In The Bar Friday Night White And Comes Out Saturday Black) Lyrics

The Knight Wigguh and the Nippie Higger...

What do I have to do to get Deana Dean to come to New Orleans?
She is so stuck in New York, how can I get her unstuck?
She is so black, I wanna shine with her from when I was a little prince in Africa married to Cleo--only in the holy Cleo state of Cleopatra-mony
Mmm she got...she got that...she got that big city sophistication
She can make this little pickaninny fall in love with some white plantation imagery
Southern Manhattan twin towers columns fallin', burnin' callin' "Mammy"
And Mother Mammy comes to me, whispering words of wisdom "Get it be"
And she gets fragrant...mmm, stop. Everybody loves a little [sniff] mmm...
??? so cute you want to cuddle them
I'm looking for love at last and Deana Dean, she sure do have a fine black ass
In fact if it was up to me, I'd make her head of my fine ass committee
'Cause I'm hung like a racehorse (though not a very big racehorse of course)
I am discreet and I am in the street and I have a dream and a nightmare
I can't get this blue-haired ice queen because her brother's seventeen foot tall
All I'm asking is Deana Dean, sit beside me while we burnin friends
Watchin' the blues on PBS by Ken Burns, that's all, burning up the molecular blues in D Major and A Major and touching genes, that's all...the molecular blues in D 'n A

Oh Christmas could be oh so merry, deck the halls with Halle Berry

Jungle bells, jingle balls...Billy Bob and hobnobbin', gettin' down with the cafe au lait queen of Denzeltown

It's electric dot com...dot com...ready or not here I dot com, suckers

It's the second coming of Christ with me, the Knight Wigguh and the Nippie Higger. Nothing do I like. In New Orleans we goes in the bar on Friday night white, comes out on Saturday black...