Black Strode

When I was a young boy
At the age of five years
In my pocket was something
What kept many people alive

Now I am — a man
Twenty-one years
You know, baby
We can have a good time.

I — a man
I say the man
Yes, I am — a man

Yes, I am — a man!

All the beautiful women
Standing on the highway
I can make love, baby
Though a few hours

I'm going back
In Kansas City
To return a second cousin
Little John the Conqueror.

My shots
Always reach the goal
I'm making love with them so
That they can not resist.