Melting Pot

Melting Pot
Take a pinch of white man,
Wrap him up in black skin,
Add a touch of blue blood,
And a little bitty bit of a red Indian boy.
Like a Curly Latin kinkies,
Oh Lord, Lord, mixed with yellow Chinkees, yeah,
You know you lump it all together,
And you got a recipe for a get along scene.

Oh what a beautiful dream,
If it could only come true,
You know, you know.
(Coro)
What we need, what we need,
is a great big melting pot,
Big enough big enough big enough to take,
The world and all it's got.
And keep it stirring for,
A hundred years or more,
And turn out coffee coloured people,
by the score.
Rabbis and the friars,
Vishnus and the gurus,
We got the Beatles or the Sun God,
Well it really doesn't matter,
What religion you choose.
And be thankful little Mrs. Graceful,
You know that livin' could be tasteful,
We should all get together in a lovin machine.
I think I'll call up the Queen,
It' s only fair that she knows,
You know, you know.
(Coro)
What we need, what we need,
is a great big melting pot,
Big enough big enough big enough to take,
The world and all its got.
And keep it stirring for,
A hundred years or more,
And turn out coffee coloured people ,
By the scor.