Mixed Bag
Children laughing
and running into the candy store ...
Hey mister candy man,
I'll have two of everything you got
Except those black ones ... ugh ugh
Mama says: they're nasty, they ain't no good
If you let one touch yo' lips, all yo' teeth are gonna rot
Yeah mister candy man,
I'll also have two of everything you got
Don't want those black ones either ... ugh ugh
Papa says: they ain't good for nothing,
no sir, they stink something awful, the whole lot
But mama, she confuses me sometimes
She'll turn around and say the opposite thing to me
She says she loves those black berries,
and the country fresh black-eyed peas
Says the black banana makes the pudding real sweet
Yeah, papa confuses me sometimes too
He'll say the opposite of what he just told you
He says he loves the ribs with the black smoke ring,
and dark black coffee early in the morning
Says the best is those black olives in his Irish beef stew
The strangest thing to me, the young girl said,
is mama don't mind, no she don't mind at all
getting her hands black from rolling the tobacco
Yeah, ain't that strange, the young boy said,
even though grandpa died from cancer and all,
Papa says God blessed us with this rich black coal
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