Coon! coon! coon! / words by Gene Jefferson music by Leo Friedman

VERSE 01: Although it’s not my color./I’m feeling mighty blue/I’ve got a lot of trouble,/I’ll tell it all to you/I’m cert’nly clean disgusted/With life, and that’s a fact,/Because my hair is woolly/And because my color’s black./My gal, she took a notion/Against the colored race,/She said if I would win her/I’d have to change my face/She said if she should wed me,/That she’d regret it soon,/And now I’m shook, yes, good and hard,/Because I am a coon….
CHORUS: Coon!/Coon!/Coon!/I wish my color would fade/Coon!/Coon!/Coon!/I’d like a different shade/Coon!/Coon!/Coon!/Morning, night and noon, I wish I was a white man/’Stead of a/Coon!/Coon!/Coon!/Coon!
VERSE 02: I had my face enameled,/I had my hair made straight,/I dressed up like a white man,/And cert’nly did look great Then started out to see her,/Just shortly after dark,/But on the way to meet my babe I had to cross a park/Just as I was a thinking/I had things fixed up right,/I passed a tree where two doves/Sat making love at night/They stopped and looked me over,/I saw my finish soon,/When both those birds said good and loud,/”Coo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oon.”