Little Black Things
tune of Clementine
by Karen Glassman
Little black things, little black things,
Crawling up and down my arms,
If I wait till they have babies,
I can start a black things farm!
Haven't had a bath in two years,
And I never change my clothes,
But I've got these little black things,
Where they come from, Heaven knows!
Once a cute boy/girl, tried to kiss me,
But he screamed and gave a yell,
And he ran before I could ask him,
Was it the black things or the smell?