Strange Mental Currencies

[Hank]

The other day I took a fishin' trip
Just me an' my boat, and ol' Banjo-lip
Banjo was my guide, an old colored fella'
He wasn't very dark, he was a high-steppin' yella'

So we launched my boat, and I cranked my motor
And up to my nose came a terrible odor
I looked all around trying to find something dead
But it was Banjo with his arm up, scratching his head.

Some niggers never die, they just smell that way.

Now the more he'd scratch, the more he'd sweat
And I'm here to say, he was a-chokin' me to death
So we loaded up, I just couldn't go on
And I coughed and I gagged-all the way home.

When I dropped him off, I was next to dyin'
My nose was a' running, and my eyes were a' cryin'.
The smell scorched the hair right out of my nose,
And when I got home, I had to burn all my clothes!

Some niggers never die, they just smell that way.

I recuperated quick, I was thankful for that
I was only in bed for a week and a half.
The very first day I was up on my feet.
I went to the supermarket, down the street.

I shopped all around, and I filled out my order,
My groceries were bagged by a fat nigger porter.
The air conditioner was broke, an' I was ferocious
Cause' it was hot, and that nigger was a-sweatin' on my groceries!

Some niggers never die, they just smell that way.

The vegetable and greens I bought started wilting
My blood pressure rose, and I could have killed him!
I was gonna smash him all over that place,
But he raised up his arm, and I fell on my face!
Now I'm here in the hospital, and at the ceiling I stare,
I could have whipped that nigger, except he used germ warfare!
So from now on, I'll carry a long, long stick,
Cause if I keep from the smell, then I'll have him licked!

Some niggers never die, they just smell that way!