Verse One:

[Buddy Slim]

Damn it, son

I think its time we had a little man-to-man talking

I heard that you was hand-in-hand

Walking down the boulevard, middle of the day

With this Black chick

Tell me the truth, boy, or you can catch this slap quick



[The Brewin]

Let me get this straight

You're ranting and raving

Behaving like a mad dog with rabies

Because my baby's not white; that ain't right

Pops, you got me puzzled

Because in the past with Black folks you never struggled

At least to my knowledge



[Buddy Slim]

Your knowledge seems to need a little working

That little nigger bitch got you looking like The Jerk

And I can't another minute of you and that Black heifer, son

Looking sorta like Tom Willis from the Jefferson Show



[The Brewin]

What you know about my girl to try and slander

Let me talk a bit and maybe you can understand

The situation that I got isn't ?messing with somebody?

Cause this woman's taking care of both my mind and my body



[Buddy Slim]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, OK

I understand that she's attractive

Cause their bodies are just built to be sexually active

Baby-making taking tax money for their welfare

Or maybe up on 42nd with the bodies that they sell there

So what's her name?

Is it Shanainai or Shaquana?

Son, she's got to be a goner



[The Brewin]

Well I'm glad to see my father's in my corner



[Buddy Slim]

Oh, you think this shit is funny?

I ain't joking

That's the last straw, the camel's back has been broken



(Chorus)



Verse Two:

[The Brewin]

Well I'll be damned

Cause it seems that I'm the last to know

My father's a bigot