this is a song about a skinny white guy who has has something different about his body.
Story behind the song
this is a song about a skinny white guy who has something different about his body.
Lyrics
I was a lifeguard as a younger man – working on my golden tan; shirtless in the summer heat
Bob was the quiet one who worked with me – in a sweater despite the high degrees – the thermometer would read
I often asked if Bob was hot – he would defensively say “I’m not” – despite the pit stains in his shirt
Little did I know, there was more – to this excessive uniform – he would wear with us at work
One day, a swimmer in distress – who didn’t pass our deep water test – started screaming in a frightening tone
We saw – to duty, we were called – saviors of the young and old – like on Baywatch, sans the silicone
We were launched into our action. – the he - roic main attraction – It was time to do our work – and Bob threw off his sweaty shirt – and we froze and stared…….because he had these
Big black indigenous woman nipples (3x)
And Bob is just a skinny white guy.
Now I know why he was so shy.
By the way, that poor swimmer DID die
Scene two: well, what were we to do? – fast forward to a courtroom – with manslaughter charges pressed
Our counsel working at the stand – couldn’t get the upper hand – and started showing his distress
The prosecution called their witness – the mother of the victim – who wasn’t there with us that day
Her tears and sorrow played our heart strings – and we worried that those happenings – would get us all locked away
Just then, Bob enters with a noise – with great purpose and great poise – like a king entering his dominion
He knew his secret held the clue – that would deter the guilt we suffer – in the court of public opinion
Despite the judge’s protesting gavel – the state’s case started to unravel – Bob stood up on the chair – displayed his chest in open air and showed his
Big Black indigenous woman nipples (3x)
And he’s just a skinny white kid
by the way, we were acquitted
because the courtroom froze like we did
Even the mother of the dead kid
hip, hip Hooray for those
Big black indigenous woman nipples –
On just a skinny white guy
