| BLUE AMERICAN I wrote this novel just for you, It sounds pretentious, but its true, I wrote this novel just for you, Thats why its vulgar, Thats why its blue, And i say, thank you, And i say, thank you, I wrote this novel just for Mom, For all the Mommy things shes done, For all the times she showed me wrong, For all the times she sang Gods song, And I say, thank you Mom, Hello Mom, Thank you Mom, hi Mom. I read a book 'bout Uncle Tom, Where a whitey bastard made a bomb, And now ebonics rule our song, Those motherfuckers got it wrong. And I ask, Who is Uncle Tom? Who is Uncle Tom? Who is Uncle Tom? You are. I read a book about the self, Said i should get expensive health, Go fix my head, create some wealth, Put my neurosis on the shelf. But I dont care for myself, I dont care for myself, I dont care for myself, I dont care. I wrote this novel just for you, Im so pretentious, yes its true, I wrote this novel just for you, Just for you, Just for you. |