Son day, Sun day, sunday, Ice cream sundae

I choose you number four.

This weekend:
-Great time in Manhattan
-Iggy Pop, you got nothing, I got 4 stars on Search and Destroy
-Awesome time on Friday at Eurotrash, I am trashy and faux European, so...awesome
-Pat, good work on the G. word
-Name the song:

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man who can say no more?
And, ain't there a woman I can
sock on the jaw?
And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me
break down and cry?


Time for your moment of zen: