When your spirits are low,
There's a place you can go
You'll never see white folks
At a strictly cullud affair

See 'em laying 'em down,
Boys, they goin' to town,
You may see a few light folks
But they all got cullud folks' hair

It's given by the colored ladies' auxiliary,
Come on, brothers, check in all your artillery

Spend your nickels and dimes,
Have some marv-yu-lous times;
I mean it's too tight, folks,
At a strictly cullud affair