Oh I've seen in my time some very funny folks But the funniest of all I know Is a coloured individual as sure as you're alive As black as any black crow You can talk until you're tired but you'll never get a word From this very funny queer old coon He's a knock-kneed, double-jointed hunky-punky mook but he's happy when he whistles in tune.
Oh he's got a pair of lips like a pound of liver, split And a nose like an india-rubber shoe He's a limpy, happy, chuckle-headed huckleberry nig And he whistles like a happy killy loon He's an independent, free-and-easy bad and greasy ham With a cranium like a big baboon Oh I never heard him talk to anybody in my life but he's happy when he whistles in tune.
Oh he'll whistle in the morning through the day and through the night And he whistles when he goes to bed He whistles like a locomotive engine in his sleep And he whistled when his wife was dead One day a fellow hit him with a brick upon the mouth His face swelled like a big balloon But it didn't faze the merry happy huckleberry nig And he whistled up the same old tune.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
