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Talkin Bout Ahunda--

Hey, brother what’s goin on, like man wha’t happin, it’s what it is man;
Nothin, much Joe. Man it’s the world today man;
It’s what not happenin in this cruel cold cut world man…
What is it, what it is the problems of the peoples today;
It it to much talkin (it’s to much talkin) and not enough walkin;
But there is one man who knows where it’s at;
One man, brother now lay down your guns, your hat;

Talkin bout’ Ahunda,
Talkin bout’ Ahunda,
Talkin bout’ Ahunda;

This man over there with his gray flannel suit;
He’s over there with hiz mouth talkN trash laughN jivin thinkN he’s real cute;
And take that sister over there, yeah man I mean yea she’s cute and fine;
But she’s always wastin up some brothers money and talkin nothN all the time
Little dark beloved African Love Child
Talkin bout, talkin bout you know what
Ahunda
Talkin bout’ Ahunda,
Talkin bout’ Ahunda,
Talkin bout’ Ahunda;
But hey, Bobby take that dude standing around;
While everybody’s talkin bout Ahunda he’s just doesn’t hear a sound;
Bad action, shy talkin dark handsome man;
He’s got a better plan Peace and save the Land…
He’s the cutest of them all and he’s very, very tall;
Talkin bout Ahunda;
Now run tell that he knows where it’s at;
Born in America his mama was an African;

Talkin bout Ahunda, talkin bout Ahunda;
Talkin bout Ahunda, talkin bout Ahunda;
Talkin bout Ahunda;

Soon to be  a Chieftain of his native tribe when he becomes a man
Talkin bout, talkin bout Ahunda
Say now brothers watch this cat’s sure is clean;
Talkin bout Ahunda;
He walks like talks like an inhuman cat;
He’s the badest Mother I’ve ever seen;




Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©1971, 2019
12/27/71

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