I bought you a black tin box Something to put your jewellery in! But it struck me, it’s the property of the chillness It was cold and gloomyThe edges were sharp The edges were sharp The edges were sharp The edges were sharp Take me down the hill side Show me where you used to play! Take me down the hill side Show me where you used to play!Black sheep, black sheep in the after shows Thought you could survive in the black tin box Black sheep, black sheep in the after shows Thought you could survive in the black tin boxI mailed you a Dutch car When I try to be confident There were kids my niggers on the sidewalk Playing SupermanThe edges were sharp The edges were sharp The edges were sharp The edges were sharp Take me down the hill side Show me where you used to play! Take me down the hill side Show me where you used to play!Black sheep, black sheep in the after shows Thought you could survive in the black tin box Black sheep, black sheep in the after shows Thought you could survive in the black tin box