I got blood in my gas tank,
Bones in my steel.
I eat California condor for my Thanksgiving meal.
I'm the last superpower.

I'm the son of a loaded gun.
I'm Rapscallion.
When I was young and shiny boy.
I tried to dig my way to China.

I met the Rapscallion.
En route from South Carolina.
Then he told me I don't like,
I don't like you.

He said I'm searching for a colored man.
I said what colors have you seen?
He said I seen'em black and brown and red.
But, but, but the one I seek is green.

Then he told me I don't like,
I don't like you.
I'm Rapscallion.

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): LESLIE E CLAYPOOL, REID L III LALONDE, TIMOTHY W ALEXANDER