Song Database

Little Black Things

(to the tune of "Clementine")

Little black things, little black things,
Crawling up and down my arms. 
If I wait 'til they have babies,
I could start a black thing farm.

Haven't taken a bath in two weeks, 
And I never change my clothes.
I have got these little black things,
Where they come from heaven knows.

Once a cute boy (or girl) tried to kiss me, 
But (s)he jumped and gave a yell,
And I never got to ask him (her), 
Was it the black things or the smell.