Song Lyric Sunday: Black Boys/White Boys

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I was a bit surprised when I discovered that the theme for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday was sex. I thought that would be a tough one for me to participate in as I didn’t think I knew any songs about sex, but that belief quickly turned out to be wrong.

Yesterday, I posted two songs about hair, my own (Sixty-eight Years of Hair) and a reblog of my son’s (Nearly Forty-two Years of Hair.) My friend Kathie from ChosenPerspectives used a video clip from Hair in her comment to my post. The songs from that musical are an important part of my history and I love them. I had no doubt I could find a song fitting for this week’s challenge in that play.

Hair: the American Tribal Love-Rock is a musical about the 1960’s hippie counterculture and sexual revolution. It was controversial for it’s depiction of drug use, irreverence for the American flag, profane language, racially integrated cast and ending nude scene. It opened off-Broadway in 1967 and on-Broadway in 1969. That version ran for 1750 performances. There have been many other productions of the Hair musical in the U.S. and Europe since then.

I attended the Atlanta International Pop Festival in 1970 and the cast from Hair performed there. I also thoroughly enjoyed watching a production of Hair  with a friend in Seattle 8-10 years ago. I had forgotten about the nude scene at the end so that was quite a surprise!

The songs I have chosen for this Song Lyric Sunday are Black Boys and White Boys.

Black Boys Lyrics

I’ve got, baby
I’ve got, baby
I’ve got, baby…
Black boys are delicious
Chocolate flavored love
Licorice lips like candy
Keep my cocoa handy
I have such a sweet tooth
When it comes to love
Black boys are delicious
Mocha mousse, hot fudge
Maple syrup plenty
Hot brown sugar daddies,
They are my desert trays
When it comes to love
Once I tried a diet
Of quiet, rest, no sweets
But I went nearly crazy
And I went nearly crazy
Because I really craved for
My chocolate flavored treats
Oh!
Black boys are nutritious
Black boys fill me up
Black boys are so damn yummy
They satisfy my tummy
Black boys are delicious
Raisins in the sun
Black, black, black,
Black, black, black,
Black, black,
Black boys!

 

White boys are so pretty
Skin as smooth as milk
White boys are so pretty
Hair like Chinese silk
White boys give me goose bumps
White boys give me chills
When they touch my shoulder
That’s the touch that kills
Well, my momma calls ’em lilies
I call ’em Piccadillies
My daddy warns me stay away
But I say white boy come on and play
White boys are so groovy
White boys are so tough
Every time that they’re near me
Just can’t get enough
White boys are so pretty
White boys are so sweet
White boys drive me crazy
Drive me indiscreet
White boys are so sexy
Legs so long and lean
Love those sprayed-on trousers
Love the love machine
My brother calls ’em rubble
That’s my kind of trouble
My daddy warns me “no no no no”
But I say “White boys go go go go”
White boys are so lovely
Beautiful as girls
I love to run my fingers
And toes through all their curls
Give me a tall
A lean
A sexy
A sweet
A pretty
A juicy
White boy
Black boys!
White boys!
Black boys!
White boys!
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6 thoughts on “Song Lyric Sunday: Black Boys/White Boys

    1. I have a good idea. It was 1969 when Hair started on Broadway and it was 1970 when I went to the Atlanta International Pop Festival and also spent the summer doing migrant farm labor work,, more than half in Florida, Georgia and South Carolina.

      When we went to other parts of Georgia to work after going to the festival we heard stories of how the hippies had stripped naked in the car washes to take a shower and all sorts of other outrageous behaviors. I wrote that in Ft. Valley I thought we would have been escorted out of town if the Farm Labor office knew we had been to the festival.

      I didn’t believe the things they said about the hippies behavior although I suppose there could have been truth in some of the reports. When we were at the festival, we were aware there were people taking drugs but everyone seemed very nice and respectful of each other.

      That summer there were times in the deep South when we were treated like prostitutes. Why else would white girls be doing that kind of work?

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