| Take a pinch of white man
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| Wrap him up in black skin
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| Add a touch of blue blood
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| And a little bitty bit of red indian boy
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| Oh like a curly latin kinkies
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| Oh lordy, lordy, mixed with yellow chinkees, yeah
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| You know you lump it all together
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| And you got a recipe for a get along scene
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| Oh what a beautiful dream
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| If it could only come true, you know, you know
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| What we need is a great big melting pot
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| Big enough enough enough to take
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| The world and all it’s got
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| And keep it stirring for
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| A hundred years or more
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| And turn out coffee coloured people by the score
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| Rabbis and the friars
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| Vishnus and the gurus
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| We got the beatles or the sun god
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| Well it really doesn’t matter
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| What religion you choose
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| And be thankful little mrs. |
| graceful
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| You know that livin' could be tasteful
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| We should all get together in a lovin machine
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| I think I’ll call up the queen
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| It' s only fair that she knows, you know, you know
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| What we need is a great big melting pot
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| Big enough enough enough to take
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| The world and all it’s got
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| And keep it stirring for
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| A hundred years or more
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| And turn out coffee coloured people by the score
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| Coffee coloured people
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| Coffee coloured people
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| Coffee coloured people by the score |