You listen up: here's a story
About a little guy that lives in a Black world
And all day and all night and everything he sees
Is just Black like him inside and outside
Black his house with a Black little window
And a Black corvette
And everything is Black for him and himself
And everybody around
Cos he ain't got nobody to listen

I'm Black da ba dee da ba die...

I have a Black house with a Black window.
Black is the colour of all that I wear.
Black are the streets and all the trees are too.
I have a girlfriend and she is so Black.
Black are the people here that walk around,
Black like my corvette, it's standing outside.
Black are the words I say and what I think.
Black are the feelings that live inside me.

I'm Black da ba dee da ba die...

I have a Black house with a Black window.
Black is the colour of all that I wear.
Black are the streets and all the trees are too.
I have a girlfriend and she is so Black.
Black are the people here that walk around,
Black like my corvette, it's standing outside.
Black are the words I say and what I think.
Black are the feelings that live inside me.

I'm Black da ba dee da ba die...

Inside and outside Black his house
With the Black little window and a Black corvette
And everything is Black for him and himself
And everybody around cause he aint got
Nobody to listen