Lyrics:
First verse
Dar's a mighty cur'ous cicumstance Dat's abotherin' all de nation, All da Yankees is dissatisfied Wid a deir untitled station; Dey is huntin' after titles. Wid a golden net to snare'em. An' de democratit people, Dey's mos'mighty glad to wear'em.Ho! But dey aint got all de title, Fu it is a ‘culiar t'ing; When a dahkey starts to huntin', He is sho to prove a king
Chorus
Ev'ah dahkey is a King! Royalty is jes'de ting Ef yo' social life's a bungle, Jes' yo' go back to yo' jungle, An' remember dat a yo' dady was a King! King!
Second verse
Evah dahkey has a lineage Dat de White fo'ks can't compete wid, An' a titele, such as duke or earl, Why we wouldn't wipe our feet wid; fu a Kingdom is our station, an' we's each a rightful ruler. When we's crowned we don't wear satins, Kase de way we dress is cooler. Ho! But our power's jest as mighty, Nevah judge kings by deir clo'es; You could nevah tell a porter Wid a ring stuck thro' his nose.
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Third verse - Scriptures say dat Ham was de first black man, Ham’s de father of our nation; All de black fo’ks. to dis very day, B’longs right in de Ham creation. Ham ha was a King, in ancient days, An ha reigned in all his glory. Den ef we is all de Sons of Ham, Nachelly dat tells de story. Ho! White fo’ks what’s got dahkey servants, Try an’ give demev’ryting; An’doan nevah speak insulting, Fu dat coon may be a king.
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