Don't need no ivory liquid Don't want no afro sheen
Don't need the latest fashions Don't want my hair to smell clean
I've got my automotion,
I've got that superpotion
And if you think I'm going crazy,
Then pretty baby it might be true babe
We don't need no first class Don't need no second class
All of the best-of, all that can kiss my ass
I've got my claim to fame,
I've got that positive flame
And if you think I'm going crazy,
Then pretty baby it might be you babe