Black is black,
land you'll never ever fake it.
Shogun warriors,
oh when the poser tries to make it
The smoking poles,
covered up by the wig's corporate blanket
You're a pet shop boy,
land the bosses got you slaving
Right time for something,
it's been a long time coming hey
You're thirteen and nothing's blowing you away
Right time for something,
it's been a long time coming babe
You're thirteen and nothing's blowing you away,
away today
Got denim on your thighs,
but it's the flame inside that's gonna burn you
A turbo negro,
super dudes,
gonna push in your rock stool
And on your mind,
all those things you thought you'd never ever do
Hear me now,
but leave me later,
when you're sniffing up all your glue
Right time for something,
it's been a long time coming babe
You're sixteen and nothing's blowing you away,
oh hey
Right time for something,
it's been a long time coming babe
You're sixteen and nothing's blowing you away,
away today
Away today,
away today,
away today