QUOTE : My honey child, them housing projects <br />Cannot contain her multitudes <br />A sunbeam, hard upon her <br />Just a fly strugglin’ through her braid loops <br /><br />Watch me prove to ‘em I’m more than nothin’ <br />But a ragamuffin with homesick eyes <br />Yes, when it gets to be the same old thing <br />Shorty you ought to come and see about me <br /><br />My love, she is a drummer <br />Than industrial steel, her backbone tougher <br />The eloping night and the honey moon that trails <br />Just dirt ‘neath her finger nails <br /><br />I’ll be down on them crossroads <br />‘Til daybreak winks a bright eye <br />And if it gets to be the same old thing <br />Shorty you ought to come and see about me <br /><br />She’s heard all the right things <br />And they did not persuade her <br />She has no use for your words <br />What she wants is your labor <br /><br />‘Cause when gringos speak of minorities <br />They tend to keep their voices low <br />Ah, but when that gets to be the same old thing <br />Shorty you ought to come and see about me