gonna’ go to the zoo
and buy you a monkey
gonna’ go to the white house
and buy you some honkies
and if your mocking bird still won’t sing
I’m gonna’ whip out my ding-a-ling
fly like a crane
right into a powerline
like a long winged crane
beautiful and on fire
someone call a doctor
I’ve just been shot
got a bullet in my brain
and boy that bullet’s hot
gonna’ scream bloody murder
’til the ambulance arrives
’cause this here is the ghetto
where we likes to shuck n’jive
My very own little golden book for adults. 