Don't Call Me Buckwheat

Don't call me This is a song about wordsThe power of wordsWell, it takes placeIn a big cityWith a very small mind Don't call me buckwheatDon't call me eightballDon't call me jig jig jig jig ...
Watch that wordDon't call me Sambo'Cause it hurtsAnd that ain't niceAnd it sticks like white on rice Don't call me blackie boy, your nigra toyDon't call me Johnny O'DarkieDon't call me spic spic spic, high yellow birdDon't call me coonskin'Cause it hurtsAnd that ain't niceAnd it sticks like white on rice In 1976 you called my girlfriend a nigger loverIn 1966 you washed my face in the Mississippi mudIn 1956 you tore my pages from the history bookIn 1946 you left my uncle on the chain gangDon't call me buckwheat Don't call me buckwheatDon't call me eightballDon't call me nig nig nig nig ...
Watch that wordDon't call me SamboDon't call me coonskinDon't call me mulanyanDon't call me spook spook spook spook spook spook spookDon't call me Johnny O'DarkieDon't call me buckwheat