Song Description

The song is is primarily a satire of the modern rap artist and technique of talking one?s self up as an art form. The protagonist is convinced that his white afro is ?the bomb?, in the same way every other rapper thinks what he or she has is

Lyrics

VERSE I
My White Afro.
Yeah, that's what I said,
This amazing freak of nature on the top of my head.
It's a sign of the times, maybe a beacon of hope.
For all those sick of the jokes.

It's all spiky and hard.
When I wake up in the morning, the thing stands a yard.
It can't be contained and it won't be restrained,
So I wrote this little ditty, here lemme explain..

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My White Afro's a sight to see.
Making the ladies weak in the knees.
So step aside, got no time for your jealousies.

Ka-bling, ka-blam, I'm Captian W.A.M.,
A.K.A. White Afro Man.
So if you ain't getting sore,
I'll hit you with more,
Of me myself, and my White Afro.

VERSE II
My family hails from the European north,
So I'm pale, furry, skinny and short.
Got to stake a claim where ever I can,
So my white fro's the pride of my clan.

As a child, my mother used a bucket,
Dropped it on my head, walked away and said f- it.
My father, he was proud, said I was virile and strong.
And girls would like me better because it was long.

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VERSE III
I don't give a damn that it's hard to miss.
I'd have little man syndrome if it weren't for this
You tell me I should tame it, but I already tried
See, I took it to a stylist, she fainted and died.

It's tall it's thin, it's never been in.
If the look was a feeling, it'd be a kick in the shins.
But you cannot conceal, the primal appeal.
So if you'll be a bad dog, I'll let you cop a feel.

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REFRAIN
Hey yo, hands off the fro.