Mr. Good Time Man

Do you remember
Good and glory days
When slappy, happy minstrels
Traveled ‘cross the land
Bringing such joy
And cheer with every song

And when they danced
The buck and wing
We knew they missed
The old plantation
And our hearts did burst with sorrow
At the telling of a tale from old Dixie

Oh, come and play
Mister good time man
Make us feel everything’s all right
Oh, let me smile your blues away
I’m ready

Yet there’s another type of fellow
And he turns my lеgs to Jello
When he brags about thе violence
And the crimes he has committed
He is such a dashing fellow
All bedecked in golden chains
And though the years have passed
His story is the same

Oh, can I buy a ghetto song
So I can dance and sing along
We’ll share a rhyme
While you do time
I’m ready

And, so, the Janus headed minstrel
That has filled our lives with glee forever
Whether he be happy grinning
Or an angry lion spinning
Either way I love the ghetto
And the old plantation cause
The good ol’ time attracting
Character detracting stories
And the acting is for me

Oh, won’t you play
Mister good time man
Oh, can you bust a gangsta rhyme
Then we’d have you both on hand
Oh, mister good time man
Oh, mister bad, bad man
Smile, mister bad man
Smile, mister good time
Scowl, mister bad man
Smile, mister good time
Show us your grill