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[Verse 1]
Your father is an African
Your mother may be Norwegian
You passed me, you wouldn't say goodnight
Feeling you are really white
[Verse 2]
Your skin may be a little pink
And that's the reason why you think
That the complexion of your face
Can hide you from the Negro race
[Verse 3]
No, you can never get away from the fact
If you not white, you considered black
[Verse 4]
You jut along the thoroughfare
You shake your waist like Fred Astaire
And when you see me passing by
You watch me with a crooked eye
[Verse 5]
And yet you speak to Mr. B.
Who does not want your company
In every way you endeavor
To show yourself superior
[Verse 6]
No, you can never get away from the fact
If you not white, you considered black
[Verse 7]
Your Negro hair is obvious
You make it more conspicuous
You use all sorts of Vaseline
To make out you are European
[Verse 8]
You speak with exaggeration
To make the greatest impression
That you were taught apparently
At Cambridge University
[Verse 9]
No, you can never get away from the fact
If you not white, you considered Black
[Verse 10]
You hate the name of Africa
The land of your great-grandfather
The country where you can't be wrong
The home where you really belong
[Verse 11]
You'd rather be among the whites
Than speak up for your father's rights
And very often frown your face
To think you're from the Negro race
[Verse 12]
No, you can never get away from the fact
If you not white, you considered black
Written by: Aldwyn Roberts
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