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