The house next door to me's been sold to niggers. They claim to be wild Indians from the plains. Oh, but they ain't a-shuckin' me -- they're colored people. We'll make "Cowboys and Niggers," our new game.
Last night when I come home, I's warmly greeted. But not by my sweet wife sayin', "Hello, Dear." Instead it was, "Hello, duh. What mamma-jamma?" Says, "How does you like us dark folks livin' here?"
I'd sell my house, but I ain't had no offers. Though I paid twenty-thousand, I'd take two. 'Cause this nigger crap's done killed all my red roses. And my violets turned black instead of blue.
Last night the N-A-A-C-P came a-callin'. I didn't know what it was all about. Oh, but it didn't take me long to understand them. When they said, "Won't you kindly move your white butt out."