There's many a bigot down there in the swamps of ol' Dixie
There's many a white boy who calls the blacks "children of Ham"
They want segregation and say that they don't like race-mixing
But just after midnight, you'll find that it's all just a sham

'Cause I believe to my soul that inside every bigot's a hypocrite
They like to spread hate 'cause they're something they're trying to hide
Like the cowboy who says he hates gayness but deep down he's full of it
Most racists will secretly do what they claim to despise

Racists are frequently, secretly fond of black women
Why do you think that the Klan's called the "Boyz In Da Hood"?
There's many a racist who'll surely deny that with jungle fever he's brimmin'
But just like Mick Jagger, he knows that brown sugar tastes good

Senator Thurmond, as prejudiced as he's longwinded
He once filibustered the Civil Rights Bill for a day
But back home in the bedroom, his racial views would be rescinded
'Cause he had a black mistress; their love child he kept locked away

Racists are frequently, secretly fond of black women
Why else would they scream and shout so much 'bout mixing the race?
There's many a racist who'll surely deny that with jungle fever he's brimmin'
But when his friends ain't watching, he's kissing a pretty brown face

Now there's always some Klansman who says what the others just whisper
Whenever that happens, the Grand Wizard shoots him down dead
So when you talk to a skinhead, don't start singing Train's "Hey, Soul Sister"
Even though that song secretly plays inside his shaven head
Even though that song secretly plays in his cueball-like head

Racists are frequently, secretly fond of black women
Although they may say they like only the Aryan kind
There's many a racist who'll surely deny that with jungle fever he's brimmin'
But there lurks a black soulmate inside of his sick, twisted mind
Yeah, there lurks a black soulmate inside of his sick, twisted mind