Ed Light, negrophile, smugly whined:

Then, hey, Cletus - git your banjer down and put this to music:

The other day I took a fishin' trip Just me and my boat and old Banjo-lip Banjo was my guide, an old colored fella He wasn't very dark, he was a high-steppin' yella So we launched my boat and I cranked my motor And up to my nose came a terrible odor I looked all around, trying to find something dead But it was Banjo with his arm up, scratching his head Some african americans never die - they just smell that way Now the more he'd scratch, the more he'd sweat And I'm here to say he was a-chokin' me to rest So we loaded up, I just couldn't go on And I coughed and I gagged all the way home When I dropped him off I was next to dyin' My nose was a-running and my eyes were a-cryin' The smell scorched the hair right out of my nose When I got home I had to burn all my clothes Some african americans never die - they just smell that way I recuperated quick, I was thankful for that I was only in bed for a week and a half The very first day I was up on my feet I went to the supermarket down the street I shopped all around and I filled out my order My groceries were bagged by a fat african american porter The air conditioner was broke and I was ferocious Cause it was hot and that african american was a-sweatin' on my groceries Some african americans never die - they just smell that way The vegetables and greens I bought, started wilting My blood pressure rose and I could have end him I was gonna smash him all over that place But he raised up his arm and I fell on my face Now I'm here in the hospital and at the ceiling I stare I could have whipped that african american, except he used germ warfare So from now on I'll carry a long, long stick Cause if I keep from the smell then I'll have him licked Some african americans never die - they just smell that way