You listen up: here's a story About a little guy that lives in a Black world And all day and all night and everything he sees Is just Black like him inside and outside Black his house with a Black little window And a Black corvette And everything is Black for him and himself And everybody around Cos he ain't got nobody to listen
I'm Black da ba dee da ba die...
I have a Black house with a Black window. Black is the colour of all that I wear. Black are the streets and all the trees are too. I have a girlfriend and she is so Black. Black are the people here that walk around, Black like my corvette, it's standing outside. Black are the words I say and what I think. Black are the feelings that live inside me.
I'm Black da ba dee da ba die...
I have a Black house with a Black window. Black is the colour of all that I wear. Black are the streets and all the trees are too. I have a girlfriend and she is so Black. Black are the people here that walk around, Black like my corvette, it's standing outside. Black are the words I say and what I think. Black are the feelings that live inside me.
I'm Black da ba dee da ba die...
Inside and outside Black his house With the Black little window and a Black corvette And everything is Black for him and himself And everybody around cause he aint got Nobody to listen