if i was a nigger...i could drive a cadillac with class my pocket stuffed with welfare checks, and i could sit on my big black ass now you take a nigger
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
You niggers listen now I'm gonna tell you how To keep from getting torchered When the Klan is on the prowl Stay at home at night And lock your doors up
Grocery store Three niggers inside The store ain't open It's the middle of the night Alarm goes off The cops show up They caught 'em red-handed Put '
The other day I ran into an old friend Joe was his name So I said, "Joe, how ya been?" He said, "JR, you won't believe this, but things ain't worth a
Move them niggers north Move them niggers north If they don't like our southern ways then Move them niggers north Our South has been invaded by Trashy
Well I don't know why the sky is blue And why the gums on a nigger well they're blue too I don't pay attention to all that stuff But I do know niggers
Nigger, nigger Tellin' lies Black face and bloodshot eyes Crooked toes and crooked nose That's the way a nigger goes (That's how he goes) They're marching
There you go again talking about reparations There you go again talking about something else free There you go again talking about reparations Well
Klan will come-a-callin' on you Lately you're yelling 'bout our rebel flag Wantin' us to take it down It represents our history and southern pride And rebel
Ring that bell, shout for joy, white man's day is here Gather all those equals up and herd them on the pier America's for whites, Africa's for blacks
The other day I took a fishin' trip Just me and my boat, and no Banjo lip Banjo was my guide, an old colored feller He wasn't very dark, he was a high
Well lately niggers are runnin' their mouths Sayin' they're gonna take over the South Jigaboo-here's to you If you can, try it man 'Cause Dixieland will
No we don't want niggers in our schools We're not for immigration Keep those niggers in their place We'll have a better nation Our southland got along
Not so long ago I wrote a little song and much to my suprise before very long, Lookin' For A Handout was sittin' on top of the segregation hit parade.
L.B.J. was a-flyin' one morn' Over south Louisiana...feeling forlorn When he looks down below, and what does he see? Two cajuns pullin' a nigger on ski