Does it matter dark or light
Or light or dark or dark or light 'cause
I'm racially yours 'til the end of time
I'm racially yours for a shoeshine
Does it matter barbeque or chicken
Cornbread, watermelon?
I'm racially yours
You're to be applauded for singing in a church
And bringing us rock 'n roll
I'm to be applauded for picking cotton
While the sun burnt me and my soul
I'm racially yours 'til the end of time
I'm racially yours