Sam Devere (composer) Whistling song (Title descriptor) (1907 - 1908 Columbia)

Lyrics:
Oh I've seen in my time some very funny folks
But the funniest of all I know
Is a colored individual as sure as you're alive
As black as any black crow
You can talk until you're tired but you'll never get a word
From this very funny queer old coon
He's a knock-kneed, double-jointed hunky-punky mook
But he's happy when he whistles in tune
Oh he's got a pair of lips like a pound of liver, split
And a nose like an india-rubber shoe
He's a limpy, happy, chuckle-headed huckleberry nigga
And he whistles like a happy killy loon
He's an independent, free-and-easy bad and greasy ham
With a cranium like a big baboon
Oh I never heard him talk to anybody in my life
But he's happy when he whistles in tune
Oh he'll whistle in the morning through the day and through the night and he whistles when he goes to bed
He whistles like a locomotive engine in his sleep
And he whistled when his wife was dead
One day a fellow hit him with a brick upon the mouth
His face swelled like a big balloon
But it didn't faze the merry happy huckleberry nigga
And he whistled up the same old tune

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