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
