[Warning: these lyrics have racial stereotypes. No hatred is intended. It is presented in its original form as a part of music history.]
The first ragtime song, 1895
words and music by Ernest Hogan
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The sheet music:
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Accompaniment:
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Lyrics
1. The latest craze in town
The one that’s going around
It’s a daisy, set’s ’em crazy
Where e’re it can be found
It am the latest dance
With others it stands par
And with your kind attention
I will do the “Pas MaLa!”
Chorus
Fus yo say “my niggah” git yo gun
Shoota dem ducks an’ away yo run
Now my little coon come ‘a down the shute
With the Sainta Louis pass and Chicago Salute
Hand upon yo head, let your mind roll far
Back, back, back and look at the stars
Stand up rightly, dance it brightly
“That’s the Pas MaLa”
2. Meet coon smile on his face
He’s the Ideal of Grace
Dresses nobby, that’s his hobby
That coon you must not mace
If polite in his way
From Gentry he’s not far
Tickle up, catchy music
Watch him do the “Pas MaLa!”
Chorus
Fus yo say “my niggah” Bumbisha
Then turn ’round and go the other way
To the worlds fair and do the Turkey Trot
Do not dat coon tink he look very, very hot
Hand upon yo head, let your mind roll far
Back, back, back and look at the stars
Stand up rightly, dance it brightly
“That’s the Pas MaLa”
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Sung here by Fred Feild: