Black Mambo
When you're on your ownAnd you've got them twisting bonesAnd a red hot poker burning in your earYou think you've had it but you ain't nowhere nearYou think you've had it but you're nowhere near
Oh, black mambo, gonna knock you down to the groundOh, black mambo, little chicken better run, run, runDon't let the children catch youDon't let all the children catch you
Gonna knock you downWith the liquour and loveBlack mambo, little chicken better run, run, runDon't let them catch you out here on the streetsbecause you've got no soulBlack mambo, little chicken better run, run, runDon't let the children catch youDon't let all the children catch you
No!No. No. No. No. No.Ssssssssssh!
Gonna lock you downWith the liquour and loveI'll lock you down with the liquour and loveOh, black mambo, with the funeral homeNo, no, no, no, no, no
Black mambo coming for youOh, black mambo, coming knocking with the funeral homeBlack mambo, little chicken better run, run, runDon't let the children catch you
Oh, don't all let the children catch youOoooh! Yeah! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Ah!Don't let the children catch youDon't let all the children catch you
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.