WHEN MY LIZE ROLLS THE WHITES OF HER EYES.
Copyright. 1897, by George L. Spaulding.
Words and music by Geo. M. Cohan.
Dar's a colored gal, her name is Liza, goodness gracious, how I prize her;
She's a great big tantalizer, sweet as she can be:;
Dare prettier coons than me and bigger, but with Lize they cut no figure.
For she only loves one nigger, and that nigger's me.
When my Lize rolls the whites of her eyes,
Ev'ry coon who sees them beam is nearly crazy,
They all love this here black turtle dove,
And she's blooming like a cocoa-colored daisy;
But they know that she cares for no one but me,
And because I've won this prize,
They've all got their hammers out, and with Jealousy they pout,
When my Lize rolls the whites of her eyes.
The dead swell coons don't think it's proper that my Lize should call me papa,
But she does, and they can't stop her, 'gainst a snag they've ran;
Her heart is mine and cash won't buy it, and while all those niggers try it,
To me, Lize says, on the quiet, you're my only man- Chorus