I feel like a wog people giving me the eyes But I was born here just like you I feel like a wog Got all the dirty shiny lobs But everybody's got to have something to do with their time
I feel like a wog I don't wanna go home I've got a lot of life to run through I feel like a wog I don't mean you no harm Just don't ask me to shine your shoes
Golly gee Golly gosh Don't call me your Golly Wog Golly gee Golly gosh Don't call me your Golly Wog
Let me tell you about Pimpo We met him down at the After Eight He wanted to sell us some limbo But we said mister You've just got to wait You've got to wait You've got to wait You've got to wait