I like sugar, and I like tea But I don't like niggers...no siree! There's two known things that'll make me puke And that's a hog eatin' slop, and a big, black spook! You know it...cause I show it Like a barn-yard rooster I crow it! And the NAACP Would sure like to get a-hold of nigger-hatin' me!
Roses are red, and violet's are blue And nigger's are black, you know that's true But they don't mind, cause what the heck! You gotta be black to get a welfare check!
And I'm broke...no joke I ain't got a nickel for a coke! And I ain't black, you see So Uncle Sam won't help poor nigger-hatin' me.
Jig-A-Boo, jig-a-boo...where are you? I's here in the woodpile...watchin' you Jig-A-Boo, jig-a-boo...come out! No! Cause I'm scared of the white man's a-way down South
You know it!...cause I show it. Stick your black head out and I'll blow it! And the NAACP Can't keep you away from little old nigger-hatin' me!
Mirror, mirror...on the wall Who is the blackest of them all? A man named King, and there ain't no doubt That he's causin' lots of trouble with his poor nigger-hatin' me.
Brewin'...he's a doin' It's caused by the trouble he's a-brewin' And the NAACP Can't win if the white men stick with nigger-hatin' me!
Hey! Mr. President! What do you say? When are we whites gonna have our day? The nigger's had there's such a long, long time I'm white, and it's time that I had mine!
You know it...cause I show it! Stick your black head out and I'll blow it! And the NAACP Can't win if the white man sticks with nigger-hatin' me!