All my friends are black
But my wives are white
All the syrup in my Slice
More ice than a Klondike, bar
I see stars, I see ménage à trois
My car landed in on Mars, my hash cigar
Looks darker than tar, darker than an abyss
Darker than a midnight fist
Darker than a black hole mixed
With a galaxy gap
Ducked off in a safe duct tape
To an Arabian stick shift
I don't have a fever, but my [A]flows are sick
In my [A]parking spot, I'm in the parking lot
In public
My bank account accumulates money quick
My bank accountant speaks Arabic
Nothing to [C7]play
Your number's already been erased
Nothing to [C7]say
I'm sitting sideways at a Chinese buffet
Swangin' through Saint Tropez
I done poured a four in my [A]cherry marmalade
Riff
