There is another song with similar lyrics that I've been searching for ages but never seem to find. It went like " White boys got rythm, and black boys got soul, can't get enough of that sweet stuff american rock n roll". If anyone has any idea what that song is called or who made it I'd be very interested to know.
I'm mostly agree with you but this one is a little disingenuous it was her singing a song from the movie Hair. And before golden girls, bea was a known comedian. Its like calling red fox a racist for his role on sanford and son
The lyrics, melodies, and the order of these songs is as familiar as my daily heart beat. In 1968 my heart beat was only 4 years older than the music, but that music helped then and STILL helps me now—some 56 years later-to maintain my hope, conviction, and integrity for most any challenge that comes before me! My sisters and I each had our own albums which we could play on the stereo (so we wouldn't scratch our Mother's) which we began to do for nearly all family holiday gatherings. My sisters and cousins and I would perform various songs for our parents after dinner. As an adult NOW can see the depth of their amusement by our performances – which we only very superficially (if at all!)- understood the point basic meaning of the actual words let alone the true depth, double entendres, and message of the songs they were in! In 5th Grade I was sent home for bringing the record using it as a basis for performing My Conviction, Frank Mills, Ain't Got No, Black Boys/White Boys—this much kept the classroom laughing (and dancing) but what got the teacher up to take the record off the player was Colored Spade and Sodomy….and send me home with a note. I was heart broken—never before had anyone ever halted efforts spent emulating the singers, AND, she also KEPT the record–my prize possession—when she sent me home. I was scared to death to think what my parents were going to say when they got home since Mrs. H flew out in such classroom wrath. I fell asleep and awoke to dinner to find that the whole thing was not going to be an issue after all. (?) I was only asked to request permission before I brought records out of the house, and I accepted that. It wasn't until I was home from college one winter afternoon and revisited the songs (my cousins were coming for holiday dinner and I was already planning what songs we thought were our best performances to revisit our fond memories of yesteryear (15 years earlier) AND I WAS AMAZED to hear the actual lyrics of those songs and realized the IMPORT & POWER that those songs had in 1968, still did in 1983 (and continue to today in 2024). I asked my Mother if she knew that I was sent home from school for performing these songs with some friends. "Oh yeah, Mrs. H told me ALL about it and she just couldn't agree that this would have been an excellent learning opportunity for students who didn't understand. I think that she didn't really understand herself but wouldn't admit it." further she said "It really wouldn't have been right to punish you kids for being in love with music–especially when it carried such a lifetime of education." Wow, so that's why nothing was said to me. WHen my cousins came we set up a sampling of the songs to perform and SO MANY MOMENTS one or all of us would be thunderstruck (as young adults then and not children) to silence, rip-roaring laughter, or even crying because we had an adult vocabulary that grasped the meanings of what each of those lyrics were and grasped how much more controversial they were then to the adult public–let alone to children who like us who were something like The Partidge Family singing PG-13, or R rated subjects! Now, I am quite proud to say that my cousins' children have ALL performed some of the same songs at family gatherings!!! I cannot express how moving it was to see those youngsters repeating just what we did, only now we are in our parents' shoes watching ourselves as children back then. The richness and genuine message of this album really should be part of an Elementary School (if not at least High School) Music and/or History Curriculum–leading all students toward insuring and encouraging respect and affirmation of each other as well as ourselves!!
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There is another song with similar lyrics that I've been searching for ages but never seem to find. It went like " White boys got rythm, and black boys got soul, can't get enough of that sweet stuff american rock n roll". If anyone has any idea what that song is called or who made it I'd be very interested to know.
Love the whole album
Thx for posting
I'm mostly agree with you but this one is a little disingenuous it was her singing a song from the movie Hair. And before golden girls, bea was a known comedian. Its like calling red fox a racist for his role on sanford and son
The lyrics, melodies, and the order of these songs is as familiar as my daily heart beat. In 1968 my heart beat was only 4 years older than the music, but that music helped then and STILL helps me now—some 56 years later-
to maintain my hope, conviction, and integrity for most any challenge that comes before me! My sisters and I each had our own albums which we could play on the stereo (so we wouldn't scratch our Mother's) which we began to do for nearly all family holiday gatherings. My sisters and cousins and I would perform various songs for our parents after dinner. As an adult NOW can see the depth of their amusement by our performances – which we only very superficially (if at all!)-understood the point basic meaning of the actual words let alone the true depth, double entendres, and message of the songs they were in! In 5th Grade I was sent home for bringing the record using it as a basis for performing My Conviction, Frank Mills, Ain't Got No, Black Boys/White Boys—this much kept the classroom laughing (and dancing) but what got the teacher up to take the record off the player was Colored Spade and Sodomy….and send me home with a note. I was heart broken—never before had anyone ever halted efforts spent emulating the singers, AND, she also KEPT the record–my prize possession—when she sent me home. I was scared to death to think what my parents were going to say when they got home since Mrs. H flew out in such classroom wrath. I fell asleep and awoke to dinner to find that the whole thing was not going to be an issue after all. (?) I was only asked to request permission before I brought records out of the house, and I accepted that. It wasn't until I was home from college one winter afternoon and revisited the songs (my cousins were coming for holiday dinner and I was already planning what songs we thought were our best performances to revisit our fond memories of yesteryear (15 years earlier) AND I WAS AMAZED to hear the actual lyrics of those songs and realized the IMPORT & POWER that those songs had in 1968, still did in 1983 (and continue to today in 2024). I asked my Mother if she knew that I was sent home from school for performing these songs with some friends. "Oh yeah, Mrs. H told me ALL about it and she just couldn't agree that this would have been an excellent learning opportunity for students who didn't understand. I think that she didn't really understand herself but wouldn't admit it." further she said "It really wouldn't have been right to punish you kids for being in love with music–especially when it carried such a lifetime of education." Wow, so that's why nothing was said to me. WHen my cousins came we set up a sampling of the songs to perform and SO MANY MOMENTS one or all of us would be thunderstruck (as young adults then and not children) to silence, rip-roaring laughter, or even crying because we had an adult vocabulary that grasped the meanings of what each of those lyrics were and grasped how much more controversial they were then to the adult public–let alone to children who like us who were something like The Partidge Family singing PG-13, or R rated subjects! Now, I am quite proud to say that my cousins' children have ALL performed some of the same songs at family gatherings!!! I cannot express how moving it was to see those youngsters repeating just what we did, only now we are in our parents' shoes watching ourselves as children back then. The richness and genuine message of this album really should be part of an Elementary School (if not at least High School) Music and/or History Curriculum–leading all students toward insuring and encouraging respect and affirmation of each other as well as ourselves!!The first part is for me Kardashians
The first part is for me Kardashians
"When they touch my sho-ol-dor…that's the touch that kills."
Saw this show on Broadway and was blown away.
Groovy 💜
Had the original on reel 2 real
am i the only person on this earth who's favourite part is the 'black boys' one? well, good for me, i have all the black boys for me then.
Diane K. is still groovy!
Melba Moore KILLS IT here.
This is a good version. I like the German version better.
Thanks frumaatholoid. I knew she was in the cast and had to be singing at some point, but didn't know where.
Me toooooo! Thanks Mom and Daddy….
Great song, though much older than me, but who cares
Wow groovy said in an unironic way wiw
It seems unfair that White Boys is so much better a song than Black Boys.
That's Diane Keaton starting to sing at 0:28!!!