Whiteboy Songtext
von James

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Five nights, no sleep, my mind′s battered
Stock market free fall, dreams shattered
Lost cause pulled off for sore winner
Made a few bob, a new job as a serial killer
You wanna talk to me, white boy man?
You wanna talk to me, white boy man?
You wanna talk to me, white boy man?
Every night, microwave TV dinners
Mobile phones make her brain shimmer
Don't say the C-word, she got the all-clear
That joke′s bad taste and so dog-eared
My mum says I look like Yul Brynner
Too old for Hamlet, too young for Lear
Got a shaved head, lost weight, far clearer
Got a pay slip 'cause a still head took it queer
You wanna talk to me, white boy man?


You wanna talk to me, white boy man?
You wanna talk to me, white boy man?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
And I'm all mashed up, mum′s droning on and on and on and on
And I′m all mashed up, mum's droning on and on and on and on
She wants this, she wants that
She wants bling, she wants tat
She wants creams that can cover the cracks
Wedded bliss, cancer scan
She wants family man
Self-esteem and an old body bag
She said
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You wanna talk to me, white boy man?
You wanna talk to me, white boy man?
You wanna talk to me, white boy man?