Woman Is the Nigger of the World - One to One Concert

[Intro: John Lennon]

The next song is one of those many songs of ours that gets banned. It's something Yoko said to me in 1968; it took me until 1970 to dig it. Okay - one, two, three, four!

[Chorus: John Lennon]

Woman is the nigga of the world

Yes she is, think about it

Woman is the nigga of the world

Think about it, do something about it

[Verse One: John Lennon]

We make her paint her face and dance

If she won't be slave, we say that she don't love

If she's real, we say she's tryin' to be a man

While putting her down, we pretend so hard that she's above us

[Chorus: John Lennon]

Woman is the nigga of the world

Yes she is, if you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with

Woman is the slave of the slave

Oh yeah, you believe me you'd better scream about it

[Saxophone Solo]

[Verse Two: John Lennon]

We make her bear and raise our children

Then we leave her flat for being a fat old mother hen

We tell her home is the only place she should be

Then we complain that she's too unworldly to be our friend

[Chorus: John Lennon]

Oh now, woman is the nigga of the world

Yes, if you believe me, take a look at the one you're with

Woman is the slave to the slave

Woo-ooh, yeah, you better scream it

Okay, Tex!

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse Three: John Lennon]

We insult her every day on T.V

And wonder why she has no guts or confidence

When she's young, we kill her will to be free

While puttin' her down for being dumb, we put her down for being dumb

[Chorus: John Lennon]

Oh now, woman is the nigga of the world

Oh yes, you don't believe me, take a look at the one you're with

Woman, she's the slave to the slave

Oh yeah, if you believe me you'd better scream all about it

[Guitar Solo]

[Outro: John Lennon]

We make her paint her face and dance

We make her paint her face and dance

Dance, dance, dance!

Dance, dance, dance!

We make her paint her face and dance

Simply wonderful to be here, just wanna tell you how great... Reggae, baby, reggae! They do it in Jamaica and London, you're gonna do it here one day - that was reggae. Reggae, baby! Okay, what happened to the beer? All we asked for was a can of beer and we'd play - oh, thank you!