Lyrics:

Verse One: [Buddy Slim] Damn it, son I think its time we had a little man-to-man talking I heard that you was hand-in-hand Walking down the boulevard, middle of the day With this Black chick Tell me the truth, boy, or you can catch this slap quick [The Brewin] Let me get this straight You're ranting and raving Behaving like a mad dog with rabies Because my baby's not white; that ain't right Pops, you got me puzzled Because in the past with Black folks you never struggled At least to my knowledge [Buddy Slim] Your knowledge seems to need a little working That little nigger bitch got you looking like The Jerk And I can't another minute of you and that Black heifer, son Looking sorta like Tom Willis from the Jefferson Show [The Brewin] What you know about my girl to try and slander Let me talk a bit and maybe you can understand The situation that I got isn't ?messing with somebody? Cause this woman's taking care of both my mind and my body [Buddy Slim] Yeah, yeah, yeah, OK I understand that she's attractive Cause their bodies are just built to be sexually active Baby-making taking tax money for their welfare Or maybe up on 42nd with the bodies that they sell there So what's her name? Is it Shanainai or Shaquana? Son, she's got to be a goner [The Brewin] Well I'm glad to see my father's in my corner [Buddy Slim] Oh, you think this shit is funny? I ain't joking That's the last straw, the camel's back has been broken (Chorus) Verse Two: [The Brewin] Well I'll be damned Cause it seems that I'm the last to know My father's a bigot