Julie, Julie let me be your man
And we'll be under the sheets like the Ku Klux Klan
Be my little Philly and I'll be your Stallion
We'll tell all your friends I'm just a dark-skinned italian
Segregation, I know you like to talk it
But on cold, Nordic nights bet you want some "hot chocolate"
Come and see how the black boot fits
And let me be your little Hershey Kiss
With 88 kisses and 14 words of love
Our Pa**ion's flashin' lightning bolts like Odin's up above
Just 'Heil' high and hard and I'll know where you are
My little Julie, little Julie Swastika
Your naughty taboo curiousity must make you wonder
Come my blue-eyed devil, ride the storm with chocolate thunder
I'll wine you up & dine you up, spend my every dollar
Take you home and knock the boots from here to Valhalla
My mind is made now don't you be afraid my little Julie
I've never had an aryan, you've never had a moolie
Don't you go through life in denial of this fact:
Once you go black you never go back