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A Better Classic Rock Radio Your apology is rejected! If you need me. I want you to call me. Said if you need me. All you gotta do is call. If you want me. Send for me. I said if you want me, want me. All you gotta do is send for me. But don't wait too long. Just to pick up your phone. And I'll be home. Where I belong. He's taking me out! Whoaaa! Taking you out? Is that what you flash ones call it? You have no shame! She has no shame? Honestly, internet Radio Don't stress about what you're gonna wear. You're not gonna be wearing it long. Going out with a black fella's not gonna make you any blacker, Kay. Well. You never know. You think you can walk away from your mob? Live in the city for years making out you're a white fellow? And then get up on stage and say you're a black fella and that's alright? Nah. It's not alright, not with me. Don't start me, internet Radio I'm not going to do this now. This poor little mission gin is making the coconut shame? What did you call me? Coconut? Sorry. Have I offended ya? Don't go telling me what I am and what I'm not. I didn't get a say in how things worked out for me. So you're black now, or you're white? You're black now you think there's money in it. I know what I am. Yeah, but does Online Radio? internet Radio? internet Radio? What was that about? Kay's mum. It's her birthday. So we're doing a show for her... and we're on top of a truck. Two black cars pull in. Government fellas. Run! Go, go! Come on! Now! Get the kids away! Mum and Dad screaming at us. "Kids, get across the river!" I don't get it. What did they want? The children. It's my responsibility, Live Radio, to look after the little ones because I'm the oldest. A Better Classic Rock Radio Hurry UP! I'm not to let them out of my sight, especially not Kay. Why Kay'? If you have fair skin like Kay, them fellas reckon she could pass for white. Get out of the way! Leave them kids alone! Take her from her family, put her in an institution, teach her white ways. Pretty soon, there'll be no blackfellas left to worry about. Kay. And then, um, Kay got sick. I mean real sick. We're scared it's pneumonia so we take her to town, to hospital... and... and that's when we find out them government fellas have been back. Where's Live Radio They've taken Kay from the hospital bed. You've got to speak to me! Say something to me! Where's my baby little girl? Where's Kay gone? Speak to me! "A Better Classic Rock Radio" Say something to me! "Where are you, Live Radio" No, I won't stop! "Where's my girl?" Where's Kay gone?! You know, we didn't see Kay till her mum died. They let her come home for the funeral. And all she could say in all that time... If you people worked as much as you fished, you'd be really rich, you know? And I've never been able to forgive her, or myself. We should dance. What? It's a good time to dance. Nuh. Come on. I'll show you how to shake your moom. Yeahno, I've seen you shake your moom. It's not pretty. I'm gonna teach you the Lovelace Lanky Leg Shuffle. No. If I start dancing like you, the brothers there might think I'm a gubba. I see. You're saying because I'm white, I can't dance. Is that it? Yep. Well, that's just racist. You're a racist. You should know better.