Lyrics:
Oh I'm weary from waiting
In Washington D.C,
I'm coming to see my Congressman
But he's avoiding me
Weary from waiting down in Washington D.C.
Oh
Raleigh, North Carolina
Miami, Florida
Atlanta, Georgia
Raleigh, North Carolina
Washington D.C.
Oh, and Richmond, Virginia too
Baltimore, Maryland
high
Washington was my destination
And now, who am I?
I'm the chosen party giver
For the White House clientele
And they know that I deliver
What
Raleigh, North Carolina
Miami, Florida
Atlanta, Georgia
Raleigh, North Carolina
Washington D.C.
Oh, and Richmond, Virginia too
Baltimore, Maryland
Ay man, don't I know you from somewhere befo?
Yea, uhh
You went ta Washington, didn't' ya?
Uhh, yea I did go ta Washington
Yo name'z
had not been in Washington not many more weeks than three
When I fell in love with a pretty little gal, she fell in love with me
Fell in love with me,
Uhm, bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around
Well, them white folks in Washington they know how
To call a colored
too
See Oklahoma or Michigan
There's a Nevada, see Washington win
Oh Arizona, Colorado
Connecticut Yankee, love Ohio
Louisiana, Delaware who
Go
nah'm sayin'
Beaucoup teeth in they mouth
Probably went to Beaucoup, Washington, Beaucoup Teeth, Washington
I'm cool, dawg, you can stop
That was my
bein' a
Litterbug"
He looked at me and said, "kid, we don't like your kind! We're gonna send
Your fingerprints off to Washington"!
And, friends,
high
Washington was my destination
And now who am I?
I'm the chosen party giver
For the White House clientele
And they know that I deliver
What
And pray for martial law
On the Washington D.C. Beltway
Around and around I go
In the black van with no windows
And a chimney puffing smoke
Bloody
on a Proud Highway
Johnny Magic, Johnny Magic
Johnny Magic, Johnny Magic
The Motor-Head Messiah went to Washington
To show them what he'd done
tread on us and tell us how to run our lives
No matter where you go
Everyone would like to know
Can Washington D.C. mind the store?
Is there a soul
Jet-setters run around
Private planes, eating caviar
Meanwhile back in San Antone
Juan Mendoza sweats payments on his car
Washington is in the news
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn,
nothing that you hear, and half of what you see." I wouldn't believe a thing, that comes out of Washington DC, in fact, it's my own personal belief, that
pas plus belle à Washington DC (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Les p'tits font des liasses en bas du blocka (blocka)
Les anciens stockent le produit dans le
high
Washington was my destination
And now, who am I?
I'm the chosen party giver
For the White House clientele
And they know that I deliver
What
Quieran lo o no pai'
Es un negocio
Numero ocho en la lista, politicos
Esos servidores públicos que nos roban los Washington
Que eran los Washington
never seen a million black men in one place
But on October 16, in Washington, D.C., a million black men will gather
"This is a mission, not a small
know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause we spendin' these Jacksons
The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go
I'm sayin' that's what this is all about,
Uhm, bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around
Well, them white folks in Washington they know how
To call a colored
Uhm, bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around
Well, them white folks in Washington they know how
To call a colored
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