I feel like a wog

I feel like a wog people giving me the eyes
But I was born here just like you
I feel like a wog
Got all the dirty shiny lobs
But everybodys got to have something to do with their time

I feel like a wog I dont wanna go home
Ive got a lot of life to run through
I feel like a wog
I dont mean you no harm
Just dont ask me to shine your shoes

Golly gee Golly gosh
Dont call me your Golly Wog
Golly gee Golly gosh
Dont call me your Golly Wog

Let me tell you about Pimpo
We met him down at the After Eight
He wanted to sell us some limbo
But we said mister
Youve just got to wait
Youve got to wait
Youve got to wait
Youve got to wait He wanted to take us down to Sao Paulo
But we said mister
We aint got no bread
I tried to make him laugh
But he didnt get the joke
And then he said I wasnt right in the head
And then he made me
And then he made me
And then he made me feel
And then he made me feel like
And then he made me feel like
And then he made me feel like
You know I feel like
You know I feel like
You know I feel like
You know I feel like a wog