Don’t Call Me Buckwheat

Music & Lyrics by Garland Jeffreys

From the album Don’t Call Me Buckwheat (1992)

Don’t call me

This is a song about words

The power of words

Well it all takes place

In a big city

With a very small mind

Don’t call me buckwheat

Don’t call me eightball

Don’t call me jig jig jig jig…

Watch that word

Don’t call me Sambo

‘Cause it hurts

And that ain’t nice

And it sticks like white on rice

Don’t call me blackie boy, your nigra toy

Don’t call me Johnny O’Darkie

Don’t call me spic spic spic high yellow bird

Don’t call me coonskin

‘Cause it hurts

And that ain’t nice

And it sticks like white on rice

In 1976 you called my girlfriend a nigger lover

In 1966 you washed my face in the Mississippi mud

In 1956 you tore my pages from the history book

In 1946 you left my uncle on the chain gang

Don’t call me buckwheat

Don’t call me buckwheat

Don’t call me eightball

Don’t call me nig nig nig nig…

Watch that word

Don’t call me sambo

Don’t call me coonskin

Don’t call me mulanyan

Don’t call me spook spook spook spook

Spook spook spook

Don’t call me Johnny O’Darkie

Don’t call me buckwheat

Don’t call me buckwheat

Don’t call me buckwheat

Don’t call me buckwheat