I've got white blood cells in my veins, covered up with pasty skin
But I know I've got to have some kind of groove deep down within
I come from out in the suburbs where they groove to crap like Wham!
("Uh huh.") The closest I've come to Motown is that bad song by the Jam

White boys, white boys
White boys trying to groove

"Do you eat white bread for your sandwich?" "If my mom cuts off the crust."
It isn't hard to tell we've never been to the back of the bus
"How 'bout Malcolm X?" "Wasn't he in Hanoi Rocks?" "That's right."
I've got enough soul to fill a thimble, but not quite to the top

CHORUS:
White boys, white boys
White boys trying to groove
Uptight and white
Uptight and white, but I'm gonna break through
I'm uptight and white, but I'm gonna learn how to groove

Well, my mama calls 'em "darkies" and my daddy calls 'em "coons"




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