As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way
Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
.elvis. (although much better sung by cartman)
Posted by erin at June 13, 2006 10:04 AMMy dad had a few Elvis albums. In the 70's while everyone else in 4th class was listening to Skyhooks, "In The Ghetto" was the song that I played over and over on the record player - stopping it and moving the needle back, stopping it and moving the needle back so I could write down the words and memorise them, then perform spine tingling renditions "Live In Concert" in the darkness of the bedroom i shared with my sister and nanna...
The first record I ever owned was "Elvis In The 70's" a 24 track double fold out album. I must have been 8 or 9 years old. I still have it. It shits on Skyhooks.
Dude cartman sucks! Elvis Is King!
Posted by: lisa at June 13, 2006 07:17 PM