They give you their bodies, but you'll never reach their minds
They fill you up with lipstick lies
When they put you down, son, don't be surprised
Is this the way it always is here in Baltimore?
I held her mountains, I've kissed her plains
Touched her sunshine, and I drank her rain
I went so far, that I broke too fast
Thought I had a winner picked, but I came in last... again
Is this the way it always is here in Baltimore?
I must have chosen the wrong season to come down
I never realized they call this sacred ground
My sense of time, hell I'm week behind
I sent a letter home but this all takes time, you know
I wanna get some money, I wanna go back home
These dance hall girls really know how to make a man feel alone (all alone)
Is this the way it always is here in Baltimore?
My sense of time, hell I'm week behind
They give you their bodies, but you'll never reach their minds
They fill you up with lipstick lies
These dance hall girls they say they can't stand to see a grown man cry
Is this the way it always is here in Baltimore?
Tell me, I wanna know
Is this the way it always is here in Montreal?
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We dedicate the following to our former First Lady [We'll let you guess which one. HINT: It ain't Bess Truman ;-]
________ SHARIA MAMA ________
Sharia Mama, of Sub-Saharan hell
Tell your folks, Sharia,
I do not wish them well . . . (YIP! )
My old Sharia Mama wears a bamboo skirt
She dances barefoot an' her feet don't hurt
We think and pray Sharia on the moonlit sand
And when we kiss she hollers "Man, I love your gland!"
Sharia Mama, of Sub-Saharan hell
Tell your folks, Sharia,
I do not wish them well . . . (YIP! )
We come to Cuba for a holiday,
Sharia Mama said it took her breath away
Vacation's over and it's time to go,
But when I say “Let’s go,”
She holler "No, No, No!"
Sharia Mama, of Sub-Saharan hell
Tell your folks, Sharia,
I do not wish them well . . . (YIP! )
My little Kenyan queen I'll build a hut for you
The floors an' doors will be the best bamboo
And 'neath the Kenyan moon in the sky up high
In our pretty little palace we will LIE LIE LIE!
Sharia! Sharia! Sharia! Sharia!
Real soon we’ll have a great big family
To raise some little martyrs for Shari’ society
We'll give Sharia Papa an exploding cigar
'Cause he's a proud Sharia Jihad grand-pa-pa!
Sharia Mama, of Sub-Saharan hell
Tell your folks, Sharia,
I do not wish them well . . . (YIP! )
Sharia! Sharia! Sharia! Sharia!
YIP YIP! YIP! YIP! YIP! YIP!
~ FreeThinke
Apologies to Larry Coleman, Norman Gimbel, George Sandler and Perry Como!
Oy!
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