I'm a college man and I'm very wealthy
 I've got no time to trifle with trash like you
 Cause I must be 'bout my business

 My brother's a machinist in a textile mill
 And he makes more money than you ever will
 He just got married to a Polish girl
 With a space between her teeth

 My sister's a dancer up in Baltimore
 At a small cafe on Main
 But she ran off with a Negro from the Eastern Shore
 Dr., she didn't even know his name

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 Get me back on my feet again
 Back on my feet again
 Open the door and set me free
 Get me back on my feet again

 He took her down to Mobile in a railroad train
 He said, "Driver, take me to the Hotel Paree."
 He went into the washroom
 Washed his face and hands
 Dr., when he come out he was white as you and me

 He said, "Girl, I'm not a Negro I'm a millionaire
 As you can plainly see
 So many women love my money
 But you have proved that you love only me.

 "I'm going to teach you to play polo and how to water ski
 And you won't have to dance no more
 And I no longer must pretend to be
 A Negro from the Eastern Shore."

 Doctor, doctor, what you say
 How 'bout letting me out today?
 Ain't no reason for me to stay
 Everybody's so far away

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