You know I love the Lord of Hosts
Said, "Look, look, look first kind of joy"
Shall I dig the white boys?
I was so pleased to learn they were faster
I dig the black girls
C'est, c'est, c'est vous I'm after
I dig the black girls
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
All comes a faggot white boy
In my time of trouble He will hide me
They come around so queer and quiet
As I rebel and riot
Go on, give, give, give it to me harder, harder, harder, just say harder
All so much more that the black boys
I was so pleased to learn they're not smarter
I was so pleased to learn that He's inside me
I dig the black girls
