When I grew up
I asked my Ma
to tell me something
about my Pa/
She told me he was
a tall black guy
who just passed by
She told me he was
a gentle guy
but nevertheless
he just passed by/
She did not tell me
his name and address
I had to guess
I had to guess
his origin
Mei Muatterl woar
a Weanerin
My father went back
to his dirty land
I just wasn't planned
They fell in love
I fell in life
He did not take her
with him as his wife
That's life, so what
she did not cry
baba, bye-bye
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