Donald FagenOut Of The Ghetto

You've come a long way baby, From wealth and food stamp lines, You're moving on up, And leaving poverty behind. You've had a good education, And seen the best of the schools, But when you take a drink, The ghetto comes out of you. [Chorus] I took you out of the ghetto, (I took you out of the ghetto) I took you out of the ghetto, (I took you out of the ghetto) I took you out of the ghetto, (I took you out of the ghetto) But I could not get that ghetto out of you. You're a foxy lady, Your mamma had a beautiful child, You're built like a brick house, And that's no lie. When we go to the disco, You drive the fellas wild, When you shake your booty, Ghetto style. [Chorus] You're a hunk of raw sugar, Got some real sweet hips, Your love, your love, your love, Is like a honey drip. Your roots are in the mean streets, That'll never change, Ghetto mamma, Stay the same. [Chorus] [Repeat x5] Ghetto mamma, don't you change, Ghetto mamma, stay the same.
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