My Backpack Full of Crack

with apologies to Florenz Friedrich Sigismund

I am a miserable trafficker
along the subway track
and as I ride, I never nap
with a backpack full of crack.

Val-deri, val-der-wah
Val-deri, val-der-wah
Wha wah wah wah wah
Val-deri, val-der-wah
My backpack full of crack.

I won’t get off at a station
where K-9s sniff around
So I close my eyes and keep my seat
until we’re Harlem bound.

Val-deri, val-der-wah
Val-deri, val-der-wah
Wha wah wah wah wah
Val-deri, val-der-wah
My backpack full of crack.

I avoid eye contact with those I meet
when I get off the train
then jostle my way through the crowd
humming “All my Love’s in Vain.”

Val-deri, val-der-wah
Val-deri, val-der-wah
Wha wah wah wah wah
Val-deri, val-der-wah
My backpack full of crack.

All this dope trafficking
will soon be the death of me
but until that day I’ll ride this train,
embracing my infamy.

Val-deri, val-der-wah
Val-deri, val-der-wah
Wha wah wah wah wah
Val-deri, val-der-wah
My backpack full of crack.