Censer From The Footlights

Yeah, the telegram came
 Delivered, by a gloved hand
 It was covered with a bit of lint
 From a great aunt's two flopping breasts
 The glove's got a sacred
 The glove's don't shake nor scare
 The glove's was hang down
 The glove will shine on, shine on, shine on
 Paint your black face
 Yeah, won't you put me in your anteroom case
 I'll be your nigger
 On stage
 Yeah, that telegram was in typical fashion
 It said watch out for the footlights STOP
 It said send love STOP no no STOP
 Don't send love STOP send love...
 Stop
 The light's got a sacred
 The light won't shake nor scare
 The light's got hang down
 The light will shine on, shine on, shine on
 Paint your black face
 Yeah, won't you put me in your anteroom case
 And I'll be your nigger
 On stage
 Yeah, capishe!
 Yeah, that telegram floated out of my right hand
 And it burned up atop the footlights
 That, burning meant seared my eyes
 And I had to call a line
 Nothing came
 Thanks, good night
 I've got a sacred
 I don't shake nor scare
 I've got a hang down
 I will shine on, shine on, shine on
 Save me, save me, save me
 Yeah, won't you please save me
 Yeah, won't you save me, save me, save me
 Well, won't you please save me
 All times
 Tom's wife
 Her light
 Burns bright
 This land
 Has none
 This land
 Gone blind
 Footlights
 Burn bright
 Behind
 Mine eyes
 Footlights will burn all mankind
 Save me
 Won't you please save me
 Come on, save me
 Won't you please save me
 Come on
 Save me, save me, save me