I feel like a wog people giving me the eyes But I was born here just like you I feel like a wog Got all the dirty shiny lobs But everybodys got to have something to do with their time I feel like a wog I dont wanna go home Ive got a lot of life to run through I feel like a wog I dont mean you no harm Just dont ask me to shine your shoes Golly gee Golly gosh Dont call me your Golly Wog Golly gee Golly gosh Dont call me your Golly Wog Let me tell you about Pimpo We met him down at the After Eight He wanted to sell us some limbo But we said mister Youve just got to wait Youve got to wait Youve got to wait Youve got to wait He wanted to take us down to Sao Paulo But we said mister We aint got no bread I tried to make him laugh But he didnt get the joke And then he said I wasnt right in the head And then he made me And then he made me And then he made me feel And then he made me feel like And then he made me feel like And then he made me feel like You know I feel like You know I feel like You know I feel like You know I feel like a wog