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