Well Intentioned Blues, by
Chrisopher Guest I wish I was a Negro
With lots of Negro soul
So I could stay true to my ethnic roots
And still play rock 'n' roll
If I was a funky Negro
Eating soul food barbeques
I wouldn't have to sing
The middle-class liberal well-intentioned blues
Intentioned blues
Intentioned blues . . .
I wish I was an Indian
A grown-up Sioux papoose
So when I get drunk on a beer and a half
I'd have a good excuse
I'd be a noble savage
Wouldn't ever wear no shoes
And I wouldn't have to sing
The middle-class liberal well-intentioned blues
Intentioned blues
Intentioned blues . . .
I wish I was a Wetback
On strike in a lettuce patch
Or a slant-eyed peasant with Viet Cong
Stashed underneath my thatch
I only ever cross a picket line
To pay my union dues
To keep on singing
The middle-class liberal well-intentioned blues
Intentioned blues
Intentioned blues . . .
But I am not a Negro (c'mon!)
Not a Red Man nor a Mex (join me kids!)
I'm a member of the oppressing color
Language, age, and sex
I sympathize with the Arab cause
I feel for the put-upon Jews
And I keep singing
The middle-class liberal
Humanitarian
Meaningful dialogue
We are all responsible
Well-intentioned blues
Intentioned blues
Intentioned blues . . .
