quit your bitching, nigger    love-a-watermelon > well i went down to coonville the other afternoon > there i saw a yella' girl, her name was susie loon > she was a sitting on the rail fence the heel in the sand, > eating watermelon squished between the hand. > says, "im a silky dear, can ya give your heart to me?" > she keeps a hundred boys busy, dont ya see > the juice from the watermelon trickled down her chin > make-y stick a hundr' now, i'll tell ya like this. > then nigger love a watermelon, ha-ha, ha-ha! > nigger love a watermelon, ha-ha, ha-ha! > for eat it up, theyre made a way to have enough of cool, > and theres nothing like a watermelon for a hungry coon. > well, the watermelon grow on d'big green vine > when the nigger sees them he makes d' vital shine, > he knows ones ripe when he gives dem whack  > they goes pum-pum when you hit 'em on the back. > the best way to get them is to steal 'em if you can > if you dont want to steal them you get a colored man > take him to the house and you give him to your wife > and you rip him on the back with the nick of a knife > then nigger love a watermelon, ha-ha, ha-ha! > nigger love a watermelon, ha-ha, ha-ha! > for eat it up, theyre made a way to have enough of cool, > and theres nothing like the watermelon for a hungry coon. > well, the nigger love a possum and the nigger love gin > the nigger love a yella girl, the nigger love sin > the nigger love to dance when dey hear the banjo ring > but it goes for the watermelon very first thing > the coon was made for the melon that grow > the watermelon made for the colored man too > they love one another and you'll all will agree > that the nigger for the melon and the melon for he > nigger love a watermelon, ha-ha, ha-ha! > nigger love a watermelon, ha-ha, ha-ha! > for eat it up, theyre made a way to have enough of cool, > and theres nothing like the watermelon for a hungry coon.
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