I feel like a wog people giving me the eyes

But I was born here just like you

I feel like a wog

Got all the dirty shiny lobs

But everybody's got to have something to do with their time



I feel like a wog I don't wanna go home

I've got a lot of life to run through

I feel like a wog

I don't mean you no harm

Just don't ask me to shine your shoes



Golly gee Golly gosh

Don't call me your Golly Wog

Golly gee Golly gosh

Don't call me your Golly Wog



Let me tell you about Pimpo

We met him down at the After Eight

He wanted to sell us some limbo

But we said mister

You've just got to wait

You've got to wait

You've got to wait

You've got to wait



He wanted to take us down to Sao Paulo

But we said mister

We ain't got no bread

I tried to make him laugh

But he didn't get the joke

And then he said I wasn't right in the head

And then he made me

And then he made me

And then he made me feel

And then he made me feel like

And then he made me feel like

And then he made me feel like

You know I feel like

You know I feel like

You know I feel like

You know I feel like a wog