1 (bang!), 2 (bang!), 3 (bang!), 4 (bang!),
41 (bang!), 50 (gahhhh!).

Let me tell you how it should be:
It’s jail for you, a badge for me
‘Cause you’re a Black Man.
Boy, you’re a Black Man.

Should glib arrests appear unfair,
Well, we still own your derriere
‘Cause you’re a Black Man.
Boy, you’re a Black Man.

If you drive a car, we’ll flag you down.
If a white kid’s gone, we’ll drag you down.
If you give us lip, we’ll boot you down.
If you twitch your hand, we’ll shoot you down.
Black Man!

(instrumental break)

‘Cause you’re a Black Man.
Boy, you’re a Black Man.

Don’t ask me what my nightstick’s for
(Black Man, Mr. Rodney!)
If you don’t want some bullet sores.
(Black Man, Mr. Bell!)
‘Cause you’re a Black Man.
Boy, you’re a Black Man.

And my advice for those we’d kill:
(Black Man!)
No sudden moves; don’t talk too shrill!
(Black Man!)
‘Cause you’re a Black Man.
Boy, you’re a Black Man!

And we’re looking for no one but you!
(Black Man!)