W.I.M.P.
© 1995 Watunes
(an Unreleased Gem)
Oh Lord, I've got the blues most every mornin'
Cause I've been oppressed
You know the race and culture I was born in
Has got me over-stressed
Discrimination, man, that's the worst
I mean it was fine at first
And then they got it reversed
I'm a white, indignant male person
W.I.M.P.
Lord, why me?
I applied for an executive position
But they passed me by
They got a quota, that's my firm suspicion
For people who, you know, qualify
My wife's giving me nothing but sass
She's down on harassment,
Looking up through a ceiling of glass
I'm a white, indignant male person
W.I.M.P.
This abuse, man, it's incessant
It's on T.V., it's in the movies
Lord, don't they know I was born to bruise
My skin tone is florescent
And if I don't get enough U.V.s
I know what it means to have the blues
No one knows
All the woes of the majority
Got no one rootin' for it even though
It said "I'm sorry"
For its many mistakes
No one fights
For the rights of the privileged
And now I gotta give a legitimate reason why
I should have all the breaks
O, for goodness sakes!
(spoken about the harmonica) "Ow, got caught on my braces."
And every evening just before I knock back
Another Twinkie or ten
I pray the Lord to set the Cosmic Clock back
To when "all people" meant
"All white, protestant men"
Now, how am I expected to rule the earth,
And claim my birth right
If I'm given only what I am worth?
I'm a white, indignant male person
I got the blues and they could worsen
I said I paid my dues and no one's reimbursin'
This W.I.M.P.
Lord, have mercy
On poor me ...
(spoken) "Whine among yourselves"