
The Negroes Were Dancing
Little lover sittin' in the corner with a former member of the jets 
He would write a letter to the editor about the little holes in her dress 
She said oh, I'm so bored 
She said oh, tell me more 
She popped him on the dick until he got a little bigger then she just blew up 
She grabbed him by the liver put his hands on her hips, said push my luck 
He said Oh, I'm so scared 
She said Oh, I don't care 
[CHORUS:]  
Just then the negros were dancing 
Just then backup singers backed up 
Just then the beat was entrancin' 
Just then the negros were dancin' 
A former member lit a cigarette said I bet you never get too much 
Little lover hit him on the shoulder, said you ???? I touch 
He said Oh, I confess 
She said Oh, I'm not impressed 
They gathered up all the fingerprints and put splints on all the broken bones 
A former member lover to discover seven more overtones 
He said oh, my dear 
She said oh, touch me here 
REPEAT [CHORUS:] TWICE
Writer/s: John Hiatt










