Oh my world, what is up with this boy,
He broke my sister’s heart that damn playboy,
Early in the morning he start my day for he is the paperboy,
Standing around the corner and making me nervous is the gangster boy,
Working in the sweatshop for a few pennies is the slave boy,
Happily married but she can’t stop thinking about her lover boy,
She is hanging out with that bad boy,
My word, I can’t stop laughing at that joker boy,
Don’t be tripping on that mad clever boy,
Every Sunday he is singing lalalala the good choir boy,
The kid got good taste for he is a swag boy,
Get a job you damn mommy’s boy,
Call the doctor for this sick boy,
Oh boy my boy,
What in the world is wrong with this homeboy!
Original poem by A. Clayton.