Copyright, 1897, by Kurt. P. Hiraakorn.
Darkey-town has got no chance, niggers are in a trance,
When I walk through Coon's Retreat. Hot Stuff just owns de street,
Found a gal who'd be my wife, only to save her life,
Niggers are scarce since Hot Stuff came 'round.
I'm de new coon, Hot Stuff's been found,
Down in Coontown you'll hear no sound,
When I'm walkin' coons are squakin
Keep shy, you niggers, for Hot Stuff's come around- [Dance.]
Since de first gal I had wed, twenty I've got instead,
In a week one man's been found, so scared he makes no sound,
Like de rest he'll go some day, squakin' he'll fade away.
Grave-yards are full since Hot Stuff came 'round.-Cho.