White Boy With A Feather Songtext

Oh yeah See that hurt He got a feather in his hair Yo follow that kid, follow him Got off the greyhound at the port in New York City Looking for a break and some fame and fortune La de da My father said boy its dangerous out there You better use a jimmy hat And don't forget your combat boots, boy Who's the white boy over there? With the feather in his hair I'm gonna beat him and rob him I swear He must be new cuz he ain't from here Gonna bust him down With a left to the ear Got knocked on the floor After they took my lucky jacket But you can't have my guitar so I swung my case and kicked 'em in the face I had my lights knocked out in New York City But when I came to I saw a beautiful woman starin' down at me And so I just had to say Oh, what a beautiful day. He's a white boy with a feather I really love this day He's a white boy with a feather I wouldn't rather be anywhere Where I am, Oooo Back in her crib, we played strip poker I was losing big, Down to nothing but my boots and My feather in my hair when she Took off her wig And said you been had, I'm a man This is my gun Give me your money, and run Ah, who's the white boy over there? With the feather in his hair And no under wear He must be smokin' or jokin' I swear Trippin on sometin' Butt naked runnin' through Times Square So I grab my guitar and I fly down 42nd street And I stopped in Times Square And played my song, here's a little ditty for NY City No one seemed to notice Only made a few pennies Was about to move on When I saw a couple of guys comin' for me Saying something like 'white boy'