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Boy rules butt, brags to his boys
Erection brings bad boy joys
Boy thinks of that big fat back
Big black fat love, big black fat
Girl calls boy
Ride on, ride on friends of the black swan
Ride on, ride on do you know where she's gone
Gumdrops and Saturdays did Eric call by the way
He knew,
Boy rules butt, brags to his boys
Erection brings bad boy joys
Boy thinks of that big fat back
Big black fat love, big black fat
Girl calls boy to stand
this weekend to end 

R-B, Rebecca Black 
So chillin' in the front seat (In the front seat) 
In the back seat (In the back seat) 
I'm drivin',
Sunday
Poppin shots down the same lips that I pray
Saturday Sunday Saturday Sunday
Maybe I'll get it right one day

Bodies all around hypnotized by
On the very first Saturday of every month
I go to town to get my some pay
When I ask my bossman about the draw
This is what my bossman say

There's a black
Tonight

Hee

But, If
You're Thinkin'
About My Baby
It Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White

Ooo...

They Print My Message
In The Saturday Sun
I Had
and pearly hair black as coal
Wouldn't trade my Cajun baby for the world's gold
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne

My heart's
tonight

But, if you’re thinkin’
About my baby
It don’t matter if you’re
Black or white

They print my message
In the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them
I
tonight

But, if you’re thinkin’
About my baby
It don’t matter if you’re
Black or white

They print my message
In the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them
I
But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white

They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them I ain't
and pearly hair black as coal
Wouldn't trade my Cajun baby for the world's gold
Way down yonder in the bayou country in dear old Louisianne

My heart's
tonight

But, if you're thinkin' about my baby
It don't matter if you're black or white

They print my message in the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them
There's the Reds and there's the Greens
Super slicks and has beens,
They're accompanied by three men dressed in black,
One's a whistle, two are
between them every Saturday night

Why? Because Little Melvin, he got wild on bathtub gin
Well, it made him feel like he was almost twice his size
So he'd
happened tonight
Hee!
Ah!

But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black or white

They print my message
In the Saturday sun
I had
believe, Evangeline 

I can still remember this little girl 
Black eyes just staring 
At this big old world 
Ran off to find some American dream 
Train
Yeah, election time's comin'
Who you gon' vote for?
Yeah

If I was President
I'd get elected on Friday
Assassinated on Saturday
Buried
black and white
It's a long long way from wrong to right
From Sunday morning to Saturday night

Everybody just wants to get high
Sit and watch
on Saturday

I'm here dancing
I'm here dancing
I'm here dancing

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Time and time
I know time trickle by
Hung herself on washing line
real white trash
Short fuse quick to put his foot up your ass
Heads up, that's his wife Rebecca
And I advise you to try not to smile at her
And lets
Now if you've ever been down to New Orleans
Then you can understand just what I mean
All through the week it's quiet as a mouse
But on Saturday night
area of black America

Did you ever eat cornbread and black eye peas
Or watermelon and mustard greens?
Get high as you can on Saturday night
Go
or lose...
Spent Saturday's black and blue.
But it was what I love to do,
And it was more than just a game.

It was my life and it was fun.
Another
of make-believe
Evangeline

I still remember
This little girl
Black eyes just staring
At this mean old world
Went off to find
Some American dream
Train