Mr. Black and White (Pre Mandela)

White: Go back Mr. Black, go back
Go back
To your shack
Down the track
I am Mr. White
And you know, I’m always right
Go back Mr. Black, go back

Black: Hold tight Mr. White, hold tight
Hold tight
Let’s not fight
See the light!
I am Mr. Black
And you know I’ll come right back
Hold tight Mr. White, hold tight

White: This sand in my hand, is my sand
This sand
From which you’re banned
Is my land
If on it, you should step
You know, I’ll stretch your neck
This sand in my hand is my sand

Black: Hang loose Mother Goose, hang loose
Hang loose
Because your noose
Is no use
I’ve got no more tears
And I’m loosing all my fears
Hang loose Mother Goose, hang loose

White: Who cares if I dare, who cares?
Who cares
If it’s fair
And square?
I’ve got all the guns
And I’ve got you on the run
Who cares if I dare, who cares?

Black: I see, believe me, I see
I see
You’re a tree
Without leaves
You’re an unprotected bark
I’m the doggy in the park
I see, believe me, I see

White: I’ll huff and I’ll puff, I’ll huff
I’ll huff
It’s no bluff
I’m tough
I’ll blow you right away
And make a brighter, whiter day
I’ll huff and I’ll puff, I’ll huff

Black: It’s true, nothing new, it’s true
It’s true
I know you
And what you do
But when you get short of air
You look up and I’m still there
It’s true, nothing new, it’s true

White: I’m tall, here my call, I’m tall
I’m tall
You’re small
I see it all
And no matter how you try
You’ll never look me in the eye
I’m tall, here my call, I’m tall

Black: I’ll rise for a prize, I’ll rise
I’ll rise
On your lies
To full size
I may be David now
But Goliath fell; and how
I’ll rise for a prize, I’ll rise

White: My town, don’t hang around my town
My town
Is out of bounds
Walk around
Keep your bare feet off my grass
Or I’ll shoot your poor black ass
My town, don’t hang around my town

Black: I’ll plod on the sod, I’ll plod
I’ll plod
With my god
Still unshod
I’ll walk in his path
And take part in his wrath
I’ll plod on the sod, I’ll plod

White: You’re dead, use your head; your dead
You’re dead
In your bed
In a shed
I’ll starve you ‘till you’re weak
I’ll teach you to be meek
You’re dead, use your head; your dead

Black: Don’t sleep, not to deep; don’t sleep
Don’t sleep
I may creep
Up and leap
If you rest, don’t snore
Because it’s you I’m looking for
Don’t sleep, not to deep; don’t sleep