“My honey child, them housing projects
Cannot contain her multitudes
A sunbeam, hard upon her
Just a fly strugglin’ through her braid loops

Watch me prove to ‘em I’m more than nothin’
But a ragamuffin with homesick eyes
Yes, when it gets to be the same old thing
Shorty you ought to come and see about me

My love, she is a drummer
Than industrial steel, her backbone tougher
The eloping night and the honey moon that trails
Just dirt ‘neath her finger nails

I’ll be down on them crossroads
‘Til daybreak winks a bright eye
And if it gets to be the same old thing
Shorty you ought to come and see about me

She’s heard all the right things
And they did not persuade her
She has no use for your words
What she wants is your labor

‘Cause when gringos speak of minorities
They tend to keep their voices low
Ah, but when that gets to be the same old thing
Shorty you ought to come and see about me”