Don't need it

Don't need no ivory liquid. Don't want no afro sheen
Don't need the latest fashions. Don't want my hair to smell
clean

I've got my automotion
I've got that superpotion
And if you think I'm going crazy
Then pretty baby it might be true babe

We don't need no first class. Don't need no second class
All of the best-of, all that can kiss my ass

I've got my claim to fame
I've got that positive flame
And if you think I'm going crazy
Then pretty baby it might be you babe