Ein Lied über ein Auto

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Black Betty had a child (Bam-ba-Lam)
The damn thing gone wild (Bam-ba-Lam)
She said, "I'm worryin' outta mind" (Bam-ba-Lam)
The damn thing gone blind (Bam-ba-Lam)

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Black Betty is so hot (Bam-ba-Lam)
That I want to touch my rod (Bam-ba-Lam)
I allways orgasm when I ride that thing (Bam-ba-Lam)
It sounds as if I loudly sing (Bam-ba-Lam)

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
I want to make a porn with her (Bam-ba-Lam)
Which is perverted, sir (Bam-ba-Lam)
I allways masturbate when thinking about Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
which allways gets me ready (Bam-ba-Lam)

Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
Whoa, Black Betty (Bam-ba-Lam)
I have sexual intercourse with her often (Bam-ba-Lam)
where I am never softened (Bam-ba-Lam)
I am so in love with her (Bam-ba-Lam)
And then she gets pregnant and I can't afford money for the kid with my rock star live so that I get in my black car and drive away and never see Betty again and leave her alone, and last time I heard of her there were rumors that she killed herself (Bam-ba-Lam)

Ram Jam says: "It's all about the car"
Kanye says: "This joke makes no sense"

Bis dann, AAA