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 baboon mouth.



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