Lyrics Wiggy - Gil Scott-Heron
We
get,
uh,
a
lot
of
requests
for,
for,
uh,
comments
Generally
during
interviews
and
etcetera
About,
um,
uh,
about
what
people
should
wear
And
what
people
should
do
and
how
people
should
carry
on
Um,
we'd
like
to
make
one
small
comment
on
that
Uh,
the
name
of
the
poem
is
Wiggy
And,
um,
we'll
let
the
title
stand
for
itself
Here's
Wiggy
Still,
Jemima
du-head-ragged
Her
1920
mind
was
gagged
Undigging
how
very
counterfeit
that
thing
Across
her
mind
did
sit
Wiggy
Gold
and
blonde,
blood-red
and
blue
Sizzled,
frizzled,
and
greasy
too
Black
woman
still
dig
imitation
The
mother
of
our
horse-hair
nation
Wiggy
Chemicalize
your
nappy
top
Comb
and
brush
that
store-bought
mop
Saturday
night,
you
storm
the
block
Paint
resembling
electric
shock
Woman,
you
are
a
laughing
stock
Wiggy
Baby,
we
dig
fuzzy
heads
Cotton-soft,
not
woolward
lead
Brillo
crowns
we
all
adore
As
long
as
we
are
sure
It's
yours
1 Did You Hear What They Said?
2 Speed Kills
3 Everyday
4 The Middle of Your Day
5 Who'll Pay Reparations On My Soul?
6 Introduction / The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
7 Whitey On the Moon
8 No Knock
9 Small Talk At 125th & Lenox
10 Billy Green Is Dead
11 Sex Education: Ghetto Style
12 ...And Then He Wrote Meditations
13 Plastic Pattern People
14 The Get Out of the Ghetto Blues
15 Ain't No New Thing
16 Brother
17 Evolution (And Flashback)
18 The King Alfred Plan
19 Enough
20 Paint It Black
21 Omen
22 Wiggy
23 Comment #1
24 The Subject Was Faggots
25 Did You Hear What They Said? (Alt take 1)
26 The Middle of Your Day (Alt take 1)
27 Free Will (Alt take 1)
28 The Get Out of the Ghetto Blues (alternate ending)
29 Speed Kills (Alt take 3)
30 The King Alfred Plan (Alt)
31 No Knock (Alt)
32 Wiggy (Alt)
33 Ain't No New Thing (breakdown take)
34 Billy Green Is Dead (Alt)
35 ...And Then He Wrote Meditations (Alt)
36 No Knock (breakdown Alt take)
37 Free Will (Alt take 2)
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