If You’re Not White You’re Black by Lord Kitchener Lyrics

Your father is an African
Your mother may be Norwegian
You pass me, you wouldn't say goodnight
Feeling you are really white
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
No! You can never get away from the fact
If you not white, you considered Black

You jet along the thoroughfare
You shake your waist like Fred Astaire
And when you see me passing by
You watch me with a crooked eye
And yet, you speak to Mr. B—
Who does not want your company
In every way you endeavour
To show yourself superior
No! &c
Your negro hair is obvious
You make it more conspicuous
You use all sorts of Vaseline
To make out you are European
You speak with exaggeration
To make the greatest impression
That you were taught, apparently
At Cambridge University
No! &c

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
You rather be amongst the whites
Than stick up for your father's rights
And very often, from your face
To think you’re from the negro race!
No! &c