Grandfather please stand on the shoulders of my father while he's deep-sea fishing

Three white butterflies to know you're near I know they think that it took somebody else To make me beautiful, beautiful As they intended me to be But they're wrong I know they think that it took thousands of people To put me together again like an experiment Some big man behind the scenes So I am Frankenstein, black dreams into my song But they're wrong God, if you're near me, send me three white butterflies Or an owl to know know you're listening, sitting while I'm drinking Grandfather, please stand on the shoulders of my father While he's deep-sea fishing for sharks in the Pacific 'Cause I'm good on spirit, warm-bodied A fallible deity wrapped up in white I'm folk, I'm jazz, I'm blue, I'm green Regrettably you're so a white woman But I have good intentions if even I'm one of the last ones If you don't believe me, my poetry and my melodies Feel it in your bones I have good intentions even if I'm one of the last ones Ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah, yeah Grandfather, please stand on the shoulders of my father While he's deep-sea fishing for all the things he's wishing God, if you're near me, send me three white butterflies Or a map to know you're fishing, impart on me your wisdom It took somebody else to make me beautiful Wonderful As they intended me to be But they're wrong Three white butterflies to know you're near