Letras
I went down to the St. James Infirmary
And I saw some plasma there, blood plasma
I ups and asked the doctor man
"Was the donor dark or fair?"
The doctor laughed a great big laugh
And he puffed it right in my face
He says, "A molecule is a molecule, son
And the damn thing has no race"
And that was news, yes, that was news
Oh, that was very, very, very special news
'Cause ever since that day I've got those free and equal blues
"You mean you heard that doc declare
The plasma in that test tube there
Could be white man, black man, yellow man, red?"
That's what he said
The doc puts down his doctor book
And gives me a very scientific look
He speaks out plain and clear and rational
"Metabolism is international"
And that was news, yes, that was news
Oh, that was very, very, very special news
'Cause ever since that day I've got those free and equal blues
Yes, he rigged up his microscope with some Berlin blue blood
And by gosh, it was the same as
Chungkingqueebchechattanoogatimbuktublood
Why them Aryans that thought they were noble
They didn't even know the corpuscle was global
Tryin' to disunite us with their racial supremacy
Fly in the face of old man chemistry
Takin' all the facts and tryin' to twist 'em
But you can't overthrow the circulatory system
And that was news, yes, that was news
Oh, that was very, very, very special news
'Cause ever since that day I've got those free and equal blues
So I stayed at that St. James Infirmary
I wasn't gonna leave that place, this was too interesting
I said to the doc, "Gimme some more of that scientific talk-talk"
And he did, he said, "Melt yourself down into a crucible
Pour yourself out into a test tube, what have you got?
Thirty-five hundred cubic feet of gas
The same for the upper and the lower class"
Well, we'll let that pass
Carbon twenty-two pounds, ten ounces