Two Thousand-Ten-Two Thousand-Ten-TWWWOOOOO
Two Thousand-Ten-Two Thousand-Ten-TWWWOOOOO
Two Thousand-Ten-Two Thousand-Ten-TWWWOOOOO
CRYAAAAAAn! CRYAAAAAN!

Where have all the good men gone?
And where are all my dead fat daddy who died at 56?
Where's the my dead dog Josie i cried like a bitch
To fight off gangbanger squads?

Isn't there a thug hung like an ebony steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn,
And I dream of what I need!

I need a negro!
I'm holding out for a negro this hot Summer's night!
He's gotta have a schlong and he's gotta last
In this bussy so tight

I need a negro!
I'm holding out for a negro this morning's right
He's gotta be a Moor and he's gotta be smooth
And he's gotta be larger than mine
(Larger than mine)

On a Summer's night
It's my wildest fantasy
Somewhere, just beyond my reach
There's a massive throbbing BBC

My booty he'll plunder,
He's rising with the heat
It's gonna take Black Superman to get me on my knees, yeah

I need a negro!
I'm holding out for a negro this hot Summer's night!
He's gotta have a schlong and he's gotta last
In this bussy so tight

I need a negro!
I'm holding out for a negro this morning's right
He's gotta be a Moor and he's gotta be smooth
And he's gotta be larger than mine

I need a negro!
I'm holding out for a negro this hot Summer's night!

Up where the streets meet the buildings above
Out in this dark urban alley
I could swear there is someone or more waiting for me
Through the heat and arid and the humidity
There's finna be a BBC flood

I can feel their approach like a fire in my blood
(Like a fire in my blood like a fire in my blood)

I need a negro!
I'm holding out for a negro this hot Summer's night!
He's gotta have a schlong and he's gotta last
In this bussy so tight

I need a negro!
I'm holding out for a negro this morning's right
He's gotta be a Moor and he's gotta be smooth
And he's gotta be larger than mine

I need a negro!
I'm holding out for a negro this hot Summer's night!