[Warning: contains the N-word. Presented in its original form as a part of music history.]
A popular song from 1896.
Words and music by Gussie L. Davis.
The sheet music:
Lyrics
1. I aint got no money and I don’t need none
‘Cos I don’t expect to stay here very long
An’ old color’d preacher by de name of Parson Brown
He used to sing to me dis good ole song
Says he, “I know you coons will stare
When I fly up though the air
When I bid all of you black chromos goodbye
I will raise a big sensation with the white population
When I do the hoochy Coochy in de sky
Chorus
When you feel that funny feeling
As it over you is stealing
You will flop your snow-white wings and try to fly
I know the angels they will giggle
When I do that awful wiggle
When I do the hoochy Coochy in de sky
2. They’ll turn the X-rays on me when the music plays
So dat everyone can see into the dance
I’m goin’ to do de Coochy seven thousand different ways
An’ I’ll knock the Midway people in a trance
Oh, I have got a big balloon
With a seat for every coon
So now every nig must either go or die
Don’t you listen to strange rumors
But go buy a pair of “bloomers”
For to do the hoochy Coochy in de sky
Sung here by Fred Feild: