You niggers listen now

I'm gonna tell you how

To keep from getting tortured when the klan is on the prowl

Stay at home at night

And lock your doors uptight

Don't go outside or else you'll find those crosses a´ burning bright



Now i know you won't believe me

So i'm gonna tell you why

The cajun ku klux klan is gonna get you by and by

I'm warning you that when i'm through you gonna change your tune

This story is 'bout a nigger

His name was Levy Coon



He walked into a cafe

He thought he'd get a bite

He thought that they would serve him since they passed the civil rights

The waitress told him no

And that he'd better go

He said: “no mam, my uncle sam say i don't have to go!”



So he sat there in that cafe

Being stubborn as a mule

No matter what she said he wouldn't get up of that stool

He sat their like a jackass

And i'm gonna demonstrate:

"I came in here to eat and i ain't leaving ‘til i've ate."



The waitress had enough

She said i call your bluff

She said if we can't tread you right we'll have to treat you rough

The phone was in her hands

She gave him one more chance

He wouldn't go and so she called the Cajun Ku Klux Klan



When he saw them Cajuns coming

Levy knew it was to late

His eyes popped out his head and his kinky hair got straight

He said: oh lousy white folks

I didn't mean a thing

Why did i have to listen to that demonstrater king



Now niggers understand

They tided up both his hands

He was at the mercy of the Cajun Ku Klux Klan

I knew just what they do

Levy knew it too

I knew what kind of torture they would put that nigger through



Now the moral of this story

As plain as it can be

Niggers mind your buisness, and let us white folks be

You better heed my warning

And try to understand

Don't you demonstrate around the Cajun Ku Klux Klan