Let's do a blues song now, blues, yeah.
I'm of Caucasian ancestry, a person of pallor, that's me.
It ain't easy being white, it ain't easy being white.
That's why I walk with my buns tight, it ain't easy being white.
The poetry to me is Moon and June, the godfather of soul was Pat Boone.
It ain't easy being white, it ain't easy being white.
I ain't hard to excite, it ain't easy being white.
I feel bad when I feel good, is that the blues? No it isn't.
What I have is Protestantism.
I feel so inadequate, it's a shame.
When my partner gets excited she calls out her own name.
It ain't easy being white, it ain't easy being white.
I feel we have a dying sight, but it ain't easy being white.
It ain't easy being white, it ain't easy being white.
Ricky Blue, he can wail, he's a pale male.
With me it's always doggy style whenever I go to bed.
I sit up in bed, she rolls over and plays dead.
It ain't easy being white, it ain't easy being white.
That ain't right, it ain't easy being white.
Being 45 years old, making me depressed, so I think of myself as 39 U.S.
It ain't easy being white, it ain't easy being white.
That's right, it ain't easy being white.