When your spirits are low,
There`s a place you can go.
You`ll never see white folks
At a strictly cullud affair.
See `em laying `em down,
Boys, they goin` to town,
You may see a few light folks
But they all got cullud folks` hair.
It`s given by the colored ladies` auxiliary,
Come on, brothers, check in all your artillery.
Spend your nickels and dimes,
Have some marv-yu-lous times;
I mean it`s too tight, folks,
At a strictly cullud affair.
