Blackpatch Lyrics

Invitations to my party, send Jones and inviting card,
He got his mean streak from the gutter, got his kindness from God.
Now, tugboats paint the river, carry coal to the city white dock-liners,
Happiness on the uptown side of party in the morning tide.
Oooh, la la la blackpatch,
Oooh, la la la blackpatch,
Oooh, la la la blackpatch,
In blackpatch, In blackpatch
Clothes pins on washropes, window-to-window tie,
Socks and bells and nightgowns,
Tassels in the mornings, tassels in the morning sky.
People are you ready?
People are you trying?
Ready, Ready, Ready,
I've been trying, I've been thinking,
I've been trying, I've been thinking.
Woman-child on the side street, flashing in blackpatch,
Lipstick on her reefer, waiting for a match.