Lyrics:

I'm the wife of the boss of the company
And I always make my husband answer to me
With what he says about the blacks, I totally agree
The main problem is, they're not civilized, you see
Look at the way that they squabble between themselves
Rioting at funerals--they'll surely go to hell
If you gave them nice houses, they'd only burn them down


You don't get that in a white man's town
And boycotting products won't do them any good
You see they need the trade to help buy food
And when I visit my niece on her beautiful homestead
The blacks who work for her seem really quite content
So I'll agree with my husband--let things stay as they are
That's always been his motto, and we've gone far