I know a man they like to call white sand Fat act over the radio Spin dogs on that cane of his
Plays the ladies smooth as Texaco That’s the man they call white sand One bad mister single X chromosome Hang on stroke that head of his I got a shout out for my girl Hollis
White sand
Guts a talent for diversity Speaks any language, has a history Get me on the telephone started Real deal genuine uncle Sam White noise, what he say to me Never seen a gray to this day That’s the man they call white sand
White sand
Mr. Manners, no Bogart Take everything, go on Dive in, keep your distance Only thing he ever knew Make you suffer light blue Succinct, he has a plan Keep your cool, I can see through it White sand you don’t scare me