I need a hooker
Blacker than the blackest berry
Sweeter than the sweetest wine
She's all mine
She's my good time
In bed, in bed
Throw all your cares to the pit of despair
How I love to run my fingers through your nappy black hair
I need a gator
Teeth as sharp as kitchen knives
Skin as green as poison ives
He's all mine
He's my good time
In the swamp, in the swamp
Throw all your scales to the pit of despair
How I love to run my fingers through your nappy black hair
I need a golf course
Eighteen holes of no remorse
Don't need a cart I'll ride a horse
It's all mine
It's my good time
On the green, on the green
Throw all your balls to the pit of despair
How I love to run my fingers through your nappy black hair
So the nappy black hair rose out of the sea
It summoned the four winds and it spoke unto me
My child, my child
Come to me
So I entered the ocean
Its home and its lair
We held hands and sang about
Nappy black hair
