| Song | Frinigro Interstellar |
| Artist | Keziah Jones |
| Album | Blufunk Is A Fact |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Jones | |
| I was born | |
| In a crimson cellar | |
| Just another frinigro interstellar | |
| I'm flying through time | |
| Deflowering the mind | |
| Kissin' white rain | |
| With a black umbrella | |
| Defyin' all the rules of race | |
| Flyin' through outer space | |
| Kissin' underneath for ma baby | |
| Pushing color in your face | |
| The ocean itself | |
| Is not very far away | |
| The problem begins | |
| When we try to take it home with us | |
| Take a lick of this baby | |
| Every single day | |
| And you'll soon realise | |
| Why we always take a bass with us | |
| It's for keepin all the fools at bay | |
| No matter what the preacher say | |
| Religion is the blues in "G" major | |
| But they never let the negro play it | |
| So I'm flying through outer space | |
| Defyin all the rules of race | |
| Kissin underneath | |
| Pushin color in your face | |
| Tell me - How many frinigro's do you know ? | |
| Do they all wear a smile underneath their | |
| Afro's ? | |
| Oh yeah ? | |
| Chorus |
| zuo qu : Jones | |
| I was born | |
| In a crimson cellar | |
| Just another frinigro interstellar | |
| I' m flying through time | |
| Deflowering the mind | |
| Kissin' white rain | |
| With a black umbrella | |
| Defyin' all the rules of race | |
| Flyin' through outer space | |
| Kissin' underneath for ma baby | |
| Pushing color in your face | |
| The ocean itself | |
| Is not very far away | |
| The problem begins | |
| When we try to take it home with us | |
| Take a lick of this baby | |
| Every single day | |
| And you' ll soon realise | |
| Why we always take a bass with us | |
| It' s for keepin all the fools at bay | |
| No matter what the preacher say | |
| Religion is the blues in " G" major | |
| But they never let the negro play it | |
| So I' m flying through outer space | |
| Defyin all the rules of race | |
| Kissin underneath | |
| Pushin color in your face | |
| Tell me How many frinigro' s do you know nbsp? | |
| Do they all wear a smile underneath their | |
| Afro' s nbsp? | |
| Oh yeah nbsp? | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Jones | |
| I was born | |
| In a crimson cellar | |
| Just another frinigro interstellar | |
| I' m flying through time | |
| Deflowering the mind | |
| Kissin' white rain | |
| With a black umbrella | |
| Defyin' all the rules of race | |
| Flyin' through outer space | |
| Kissin' underneath for ma baby | |
| Pushing color in your face | |
| The ocean itself | |
| Is not very far away | |
| The problem begins | |
| When we try to take it home with us | |
| Take a lick of this baby | |
| Every single day | |
| And you' ll soon realise | |
| Why we always take a bass with us | |
| It' s for keepin all the fools at bay | |
| No matter what the preacher say | |
| Religion is the blues in " G" major | |
| But they never let the negro play it | |
| So I' m flying through outer space | |
| Defyin all the rules of race | |
| Kissin underneath | |
| Pushin color in your face | |
| Tell me How many frinigro' s do you know nbsp? | |
| Do they all wear a smile underneath their | |
| Afro' s nbsp? | |
| Oh yeah nbsp? | |
| Chorus |