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I'm the wife of the boss of the company And I always make my husband answer to me With what he says about the blacks, I totally agree The main problem is, they're not civilized, you see Look at the way that they squabble between themselves Rioting at funerals--they'll surely go to hell If you gave them nice houses, they'd only burn them down You don't get that in a white man's town And boycotting products won't do them any good You see they need the trade to help buy food And when I visit my niece on her beautiful homestead The blacks who work for her seem really quite content So I'll agree with my husband--let things stay as they are That's always been his motto, and we've gone far