Hi, I'm Johnny Stash
And I'm here to sing about
A great American dog
Black La**ie
Hit it, Carl
She was born in the Detroit ghetto
During the riots of '65
Her daddy was a big fat alley rat
But he could lick a dog twice his size
Her mama was
A long legged Afghan
And she came from the
High cla** part of town
But late at night
When the moon got bright
Her and the rat
Really went to town
Black La**ie, fat and sa**y
She started poor, aw
But now she's rich
She's the queen
Of the doggy world
Black La**ie is a ghetto
(Sssh, don't you say it)
But I'm talking about Black La**ie
Now I want everybody to listen
While Carl plays with his wa-wa
That was Carl and his wa-wa
Thank you very much, Carl
That's just fine
You can stop now, Carl
Carl, you can stop now
Gimme that wa-wa, Carl
Don't you ever try to play when I'm
Singing about a great American dog
Black La**ie, fat and sa**y
She started poor, aw
But now she's rich
She's the queen of
All the doggys in the world
Because Black La**ie
She's a ghetto
(Sssh, don't you say it)
But I'm talking about Black La**ie
A great American
Half dog, half rat
Don't mess with her
Because she'a a real (shut up)
Aw, shut up, yourself
I wasn't gonna say b**h
I'm talking about Black La**ie
I can just see little Timmy now
Standing in front of that liquor store
Calling his dog
Here, Black La**ie
Here, Black La**ie
Come over here, girl
Get out that trashcan
And come over here
Woo, you stink, where you been
In that store, playing with men again
Come over here, girl
I got a cheeseburger for you
That's right, sit up
Aw, that's a good girl
Aw, God, you're ugly
Those beady eyes
But I love you, girl
Speak for me, girl
Speak for me
I love you