thefreddy

It's like Phil Lynott went into the future, watched me live my life, came back to his time and wrote this song.

Or he could've, ya know, been talking about himself. But I like to think the former.


Hey man what you doin?
I think I'll go on down the corner

One of the black boys said
I need none of your pity!
It's your mama that don't
Like you loose in the city

But stick about, take note
Take a tip, and take no back lip
Come a closer
Let me see you snap your fingertip

Because standing on the corner
It might suit you
Or maybe baby
Theres something else you wanna do yeah

Like rolling dice, nice!
Like shooting pool, hey thats cool

Black boy
And I don't know my proper place
I'm a little
Black boy
And I just got to play my bass
I'm a little
Black boy
And I don't recognise a face
I'm a little
Black boy
Ain't no much fun ain't no disgrace
I'm a little

[Solo and drumming]

One of the black boys said
Im a giving a warning
People been putting me down
Im so tired Im yawning

A new suit, pretty boots to boot
Im feeling slick
Gonna go to town, look around
Pull a chick

'Course standing on the corner
Might suit ya
Or maybe baby there's something else
That ya wanna do yeah

I like a playing poker
Joker
I like to back a race
Ace!

Black boy
And I don't know my proper place
I'm a little
Black boy
And I just got to play my bass
I'm a little
Black boy
And I just throw my spaded ace
I'm a little
Black boy
Won't you recognise the face
I'm a little

[Outro Solo]