White, Clean and Neat

Thirteenth day of August '54 I was five years old

Depending where you're counting from

Mama didn't tell me what was going abroad

No tales of things to come

Daddy, daddy come home in the evening with the burdens of the day

Pat Boone might come along and take Daddy's blues away

Mama might take Daddy's head into her hands

Soothe awhile, soothe awhile, touch the boy inside the man

Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets

It's such a long, long way from the streets

Beneath her skirts, between the clean, white sheets

It's such a long, long way from the streets

Miss Debbie Reynolds promised someone out there always to obey

(Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat)

And there was no one better qualified to cry awhile, cry awhile

Not quite like Mr Johnny Ray

(Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat)

(Sugar, sugar, white, clean and neat)

Beneath her skirts [etc repeated]

Baby, don't you want me no more?

Don't you want me no more?

Oh yeah - talk to me

Down at the juke joint, back at the drive-in movie show

Moondog made one more white boy sanctify

Out on the streets, the red hot streets, old heroes fell

And I screamed my name with pride

Beneath her skirts

Hey, baby - don't you want me baby?

Don't you want me no more?