Black Mambo

When you’re on your own
And you’ve got them twisting bones
And a red hot poker burning in your ear
You think you’ve had it but you ain’t nowhere near
You think you’ve had it but you’re nowhere near
Oh, black mambo, gonna knock you down to the ground
Oh, black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run
Don’t let the children catch you
Don’t let all the children catch you
Gonna knock you down
With the liquour and love
Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run
Don’t let them catch you out here on the streets because you’ve got no soul
Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run
Don’t let the children catch you
Don’t let all the children catch you
No!
No. No. No. No. No.
Ssssssssssh!
Gonna lock you down
With the liquour and love
I’ll lock you down with the liquour and love
Oh, black mambo, with the funeral home
No, no, no, no, no, no
Black mambo coming for you
Oh, black mambo, coming knocking with the funeral home
Black mambo, little chicken better run, run, run
Don’t let the children catch you
Oh, don’t all let the children catch you
Ooooh! Yeah! Oooh! Oooh! Oooh! Ah!
Don’t let the children catch you
Don’t let all the children catch you
No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.