Frinigro Interstellar - Keziah Jones

I was born

In a crimson cellar

Just another frinigro interstellar

I’m flying through time

Deflowering the mind

Kissin' white rain

With a black umbrella

Defyin' all the rules of race

Flyin' through outer space

Kissin' underneath for ma baby

Pushing color in your face

The ocean itself

Is not very far away

The problem begins

When we try to take it home with us

Take a lick of this baby

Every single day

And you’ll soon realise

Why we always take a bass with us

It’s for keepin all the fools at bay

No matter what the preacher say

Religion is the blues in «G» major

But they never let the negro play it

So I’m flying through outer space

Defyin all the rules of race

Kissin underneath

Pushin color in your face

Tell me — How many frinigro’s do you know?

Do they all wear a smile underneath their

Afro’s?

Oh yeah?