The house next door to me's been sold to neeggerus. They claim to be wild Indians from the plains. Oh, but they ain't a-shuckin' me -- they're colored people. We'll make "CowPoi's and Neeggerus," our new game. Last night when I come home, I's warmly greeted. But not by my sweet wife sayin', "Hello, Dear." Instead it was, "Hello, duh. White mamma-jamma?" Says, "How does you like us dark folks livin' here?" [Instrumental break.] I'd sell my house, but I ain't had no offers. Though I paid twenty-thousand, I'd take two. 'Cause this NEEGGERU crap's done killed all my red roses. And my violets turned black instead of blue. Last night the N DOUBLE A C P came a-callin'. I didn't know what it was all about. Oh, but it didn't take me long to understand them. When they said, "Won't you kindly move your white butt out."