Gil Scott-Heron - Wiggy lyrics

We get, uh, a lot of requests for, for, uh
Comments
Generally during interviews and etcetera
About, um, uh, aheheh
About what people should wear
And what people should
Do and how people should carry on um
We’d like to make one small
Comment on that uh, the name of
The poem is "Wiggy" And, um
We’ll let the title stand
For it'self here’s "Wiggy"

Still, Jemima du head ragged
Her 1920 mind was gagged
Undigging how very counterfeit that thing
Across her mind did sit wiggy

Gold and blonde, blood-red and blue
Sizzled, frizzled, and greasy too
Black woman still dig imitation
The mother of our horse hair nation wiggy

Chemicalize your nappy top
Comb and brush that store-bought mop
Saturday Night, you storm the block
Paint resembling electric shock
Woman, you are a laughingstock wiggy

Baby, we dig fuzzy heads
Cotton-soft, not woolward lead
Brillo crowns we all adore
As long as we are sure it’s yours