E a propósito da morte, que se celebre a vida. Com música da boa!

God speed, Bobby Keys!

Brown Sugar
Rolling Stones


Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields 
Sold in a market down in New Orleans 
Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright 
Hear him whip the women just around midnight 

Brown sugar how come you taste so good? 
Brown sugar just like a young girl should 

Drums beating, cold English blood runs hot 
Lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop 
House boy knows that he's doing alright 
You shoulda heard him just around midnight 

Brown sugar how come you taste so good, now?
Brown sugar just like a young girl should, now 

Ah, get along, brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby?
Ah, got me feelin' now, brown sugar just like a black girl should 
I bet your mama was a tent show queen 
And all here boyfriends were sweet sixteen 
I'm no schoolboy but I know what I like 
You should heard me just around midnight 

Brown sugar how come you taste so good, baby? 
Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should, yeah 
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, woo 
How come you...how come you taste so good? 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo 
Just like a...just like a black girl should 
Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo