Once Upon A Time, I Was A Racist Prick!
Running Up & Down the Streets, Screaming “Suck My D**k!”
Would hit the Night-Clubs, Find Ladies Who are Thick,
And Talk them Into Bed, Just Like A Magic Trick!...
I USED to Pull Scams, and Steal From My Fams!
Just Ask Dustin, we Used To Smoke Grams!
Used To Jump out of Taxi’s, and Make Jokes About Paki’s
Got Charged With B&E, Though I Know It Sounds Whacky!
But I Turned My Life Around, And Now I Hear The Sound,
Of Church Hymns In the Morning, As It Echoes and Resounds!
I Ain’t Looking Back, to the Days I’d Smoke Pounds
I Still Ain’t Got No Money, Though I’m Gonna Make Mounds!
Sitting on the Bench, And Studying French
Lookin’ For a Nice Lady, and Not Some Wench!
Got Friends Of Every Colour, Orientation, and Creed!
Give Money to the Poor, Even Though I’m In-Need!