When Nigger Jim left the jungle
and brought a ticket for the streetcar,
between Harlem and Manhattan,
between Harlem and Manhattan,
a gentleman roared:
"Get out, you dirty nigger:
want do you think you're doing here,
sitting with us white-collar workers?"
So they took him by his ear
and threw him off the car
and down the pavement he rolled.
Then the men with the lighter skin
continued discussing how they had built the city
and also the beautiful railway.
That's why there's a compartment
for white gentlemen,
That's why there's a compartment
for black gentlemen
on the streetcar, on the streetcar,
my boy, pay attention.
That's why there's a compartment,
my boy, pay attention!
Music sample © 1998 BMG Classics.