When a guy of color dresses and talks like a Young Republican and eats
baloney sandwiches on white bread, and all the local white
paddies and ofays think that the guy is a
white paddy.
Rastus changed his name to Robert, put on a grey suit and a red tie, stopped shuckin' and
jivin', and bought a white Oldsmobile. He got the kink out of his hair and stopped drinking cheap malt liquor. Now he's passing down in
Racine.