LOOKING FOR A COON LIKE ME
 
Looking For A Coon Like me
 
Say, hab you seen a yaller gal
Who's looking for a coon like me?
Oh, if she said her name was Sal,
She's looking for a coon like me!
For when I get upon de job,
If I don't lub her she will sob,
An' her poor heart go wobble-wob,
Looking for a coon like me.

Chorus: Oh, yes darkies!
I'm so very elegant you see,
Yaller gals sigh and pipe dere eye,
Looking for a coon like me!

You's p'r'aps met dozens on de road,
Looking for a coon like me!
Right here, ob grief dey hab a load,
Looking for a coon like me!
Some sit an' sob until dey're hourse,
Some try to get a big divorce,
You know the reason why, ob course,
Dey're looking for a coon like me!

Chorus:

I's got in lots o' rows through gals,
Looking for a coon like me!
I's had to skip an' all my pals,
Am looking for a coon like me!
Outside a yaller feller stands,
Sixteen big niggers he commands,
Dey's all got razors in dere hands,
Looking for a coon like me!

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Written and composed by John P. Harrington & George Le Brunn - 1894
Performed by Bessie Wentworth (1873-1901)
From monologues.co.uk Music Hall Lyrics Collection
 
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