Yeah, the telegram came Delivered, by a gloved hand It was covered with a bit of lint From a great aunt's two flopping breasts The glove's got a sacred The glove's don't shake nor scare The glove's was hang down The glove will shine on, shine on, shine on Paint your black face Yeah, won't you put me in your anteroom case I'll be your nigger On stage Yeah, that telegram was in typical fashion It said watch out for the footlights STOP It said send love STOP no no STOP Don't send love STOP send love... Stop The light's got a sacred The light won't shake nor scare The light's got hang down The light will shine on, shine on, shine on Paint your black face Yeah, won't you put me in your anteroom case And I'll be your nigger On stage Yeah, capishe! Yeah, that telegram floated out of my right hand And it burned up atop the footlights That, burning meant seared my eyes And I had to call a line Nothing came Thanks, good night I've got a sacred I don't shake nor scare I've got a hang down I will shine on, shine on, shine on Save me, save me, save me Yeah, won't you please save me Yeah, won't you save me, save me, save me Well, won't you please save me All times Tom's wife Her light Burns bright This land Has none This land Gone blind Footlights Burn bright Behind Mine eyes Footlights will burn all mankind Save me Won't you please save me Come on, save me Won't you please save me Come on Save me, save me, save me