Don’t be racist, I am a building
And I got news for you
Hey, there Steven, blacks and whites are even
How would you feel if the joke was on you?
Blacks whites Indians and spa-a-nish, they all came from the sea
We all have to share the same world,
Trixie, won’t you sing with me?
Hey there Stan
Hey there Trixie
What you singing about?
Oh, nothing much, just skyscraper stuff
LIKE R A C I S I M!
Don’t racist, we both are buildings
Listen to what we need
Love one another, sisters and brothers
Or we will haunt your Dre-e-eams
Or we will haunt your Dre-e-eams
Or we will haunt your Dre-e-eams
