Faces

Too bad we were thrown downstairsWe never got a chance
to singWe were quite polite with one inviteTo keep
us off the streetSo we mingled for a minute or twoWith
the high class clienteleAnd then somebody said who
invited themThem, that crowd of refugees,
get outWhat an insult to be shown the doorBefore we
could shake a legI was most intrigued by the colored
queenBleeding on the kitchen doorThen I was ushered
with my friendsBy the butler who was twelve feet tallBut
let me please explain 'cause we're not to blameWe just
don't have the right accent,
no no, get outAll we wanted to do was to socializeOh,
you know it's a shameI was always getting the painAll
we wanted to do was to socializeOh,
you know it's a shameHow we always get the blameTwenty
girls, damp hotelsIs where I'm gonna stay'Cause now
I see what it's all aboutI didn't at the old school
sideDon't worry we had more funWaiting for the all
night bus, ohToo bad my regional tongueGave us away again