Song Of The White Feather Club Secretary - Country Teasers

Hello, country fans

Thank you for listening through to the end of this tape

We gonna reward your patiences with our version of the K-K-K-KK classic

«Even my shites is whites whites whites,»

Michael Jackson looks white under a bright light

But when the sun goes down

He returns to his natural colour

That’s how come he’s able to

Stalk his prey at night

Even my shites is whites, whites whites

In case there’s anyone out there who doesn’t like the way I sing or the jokes I

tell

Please!

Don’t tire me down with the same type needles

To explain why I sing the way I do, why you’re so unfair to rebuke and chastise

me

I will tell you a story which actually happened

Not very long ago, in a city not very far away

It was late, the night clubs was closed, I was drinking

She was pregnant and I had to dig my heels into her stomach to make sure she

miscarried

Anyway!

My mind wondered and I saw myself in a garden

Surrounded heat of two types

One humid and suffocating, the other one fiery, burning my hair and fingernails

That’s right children it was the Garden of Eden

Where Adam and Eve invented humanity with the twin fires of love and hate

I had to escape

Suddenly in the distance I saw a concrete tower, emitting a cool blue light

And I could hear men singing

I dragged myself towards peaceful sound with the last of my strength

I got into the elevator and went up to the top floor

Take it down still a little bit tiny bit more

I could hear the men singing

White Feather Club, White Feather Club, White Feather, Feather, Feather Club

The door opened, «come in friend!»

We’re having a meeting

Take the minutes

White

Feather

Club