Bobby Vinton - What Color (Is A Man) lyrics

Once a little boy Aat upon his daddy's knee With picture and crayons In his hand He said, when I grow up This is the man I want to be Daddy, what color is a man When I am a man I want to be happy I want to be strong and free Want to be brave like a soldier What crayon should I use to color me If you color him blue, son He may not be a happy man If you color him red, son Someone may steal his land If you color him green or yellow He may be jealous and cowardly If you color him black, son He may never be free Then he told his son Put your crayons away Try your best to understand Man is never made of any colors And color never made any man A man (a man, a man, a man) a man