Ah, look at all the homely crackers.
Ah, look at all the homely crackers.

Funny old pygmies laughes up a storm
By a church where they preach religion,
A white man's dream.
Sits in the shadows, wearing facepaint
That makes them look like little boys,
Brings us such joy.

All the homely crackers,
Keeping the black midget down.
All the homely crackers,
Wish they'd get out of town.

Reverend Al Sharpton preaching the words of a brother
That no one should hear
He can't speak clear.
Helping the pygmies aiding their will
In the fight for all short black people,
Yes, it seems dull.

All the homely crackers,
Keeping the black midget down.
All the homely crackers,
Wish they'd get out of town.

Ah, look at all the homely crackers.
Ah, look at all the homely crackers.

Funny old pygmies live in the brush
And is more naked than little babe,
They seem so lame.
African brothers wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the bar
Got in his car.

All the homely crackers,
Keeping the black midget down.
All the homely crackers,
Wish they'd get out of town.