Up in de sky dars a yaller moon abeamin',
And froo de trees dars a lot of lights agleamin';
What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Swell coons are all turnin' out.
Gay little gals wif dere pretty eyes arollin',
Down froo de grove wif de darkies am a strollin';
All hands dressed In their best,
What's de rumpus all about?
Dis am a night dat de coons are celebratin',
Down to a cakewalk they're all a congregatin';
My, what style! See dem smile!
Chuck full of fun and delight.
Dis is de time ev'ry nigger is a dandy,
Feels just as sweet as a stick of yaller candy;
Right in line,
All afeelin' out of sight.
O! Swing round and show yo' clothes my lady,
Don't you take yo' peepers off dat cake,
We'll make these other coons look shady,
Dar is no mistake.
Say gal, you is a red hot member!
Goodness! won't we make de people talk,
Dat cake will make us bofe remember
Eli Green's cakewalk!
There comes a coon wif a mighty reputation,
Wins ev'ry cake dat he tackles in de nation;
My, don't talk! Watch him walk!
Aint he a picture of grace.
Some people say he is certainly a wonder,
He's got a face dats as black as any thunder;
But when he Looks at me,
He'll turn yaller in deface!
He come around fo' to gobble up de prizes,
But I'se a coon dat he very much despises;
Dis swell knows right well He aint a marker to me.
Dis am a chance fo' to gain a reputation,
We'll be de talk of de colored population.
Oh you Lize,
Roll dem eyes,
You's as pretty as can be.