Little Black Things

Tune: Clementine


Little black things, little black things.

Crawling up and down my arms

If I wait till they have babies

I can start a black things farm!

Haven’t had a bath in two years

And I never change my clothes

But I’ve got these little black things

Where they come from, Heaven knows!


Once a cute boy, tried to kiss me

But he screamed and gave a yell

And he ran before I could ask him

Was it the black things or the smell.