bojangles
jingled his way to the top
tapped nonstop
for him it was play
but he was made to work it
he tapped himself to the stage
jingling jangling
jangling baby jangling
until he couldn’t stop
because the penalty was
whuppings on his back
so he tapped himself
until his freedom ran raw from his pores
’til blood seeped from his soles
’til sweat poured from his soul
Sambo led the way for black entertainment
remember that