There is a certain day that’s in the year, all coons should not forget,
That one is St. Patrick’s Day. I’m thinking of the last one yet.
On last sev’nteenth day of March, about the hour of noon,
I met an Irish bunch who yelled, “Let’s masacree the coon!”
Then they crowded ‘round me, and my eyes began to blink,
One of them grabbed a-hold me, and said, “Coon, come have a drink!”
He said, “Drink something Irish,” and I quickly took the hint,
I felt quite sick, but I yelled quick, “Let me have a glass of creme-de-menthe!”
Chorus (2X)
St. Patrick’s Day’s a bad day for coons,
The only safe plan for us is balloons!
Yellow coons must not be seen.
If you drink, drink something green!
St. Patrick’s Day’s a bad day for coons!
Just then a high toned yellow darky came cake-walking down the street;
He had on a pair of yellow gater tops on his feet.
He had on swell yellow gloves, also a yellow vest,
And when those Irishmen saw that coon, I guess you know the rest.
They quickly grabbed this darky, and he began to fight.
They took his gun and razor, then he tried to pass for white!
They shaved him with his razor, and they fanned him with his gun,
If you show him a shamrock now, that yellow coon is always sure to run!
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46 responses to “Drunk Belligerent White People Day”
I just had my traditional Jewish American meal of corned beef and cabbage and it’s about time to get into something Irish. Jameson’s Caskmate IPA looks fine.
Now that’s a progressive tune.
I really miss the dead tree Sunday newspapers.
I can’t find it now but one of my favorite examples of “embarrassing moments that today’s woke papers would rather forget” was a lengthy NYT piece someone pointed out at TOS ages ago all about how you can’t tell Chinamen apart.
If I am not mistaken this song was written by a black composer.
Yes, back when cultural appropriation was cool.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ernest_Hogan
That guy wrote a lot of “coon songs” back in the day.
Back when the only “illegal” immigrants were Chinamen the Border Patrol used to issue a book of Chinese surnames so the agents could distinguish them from Mexicans and other foreigners at our Southern Border. They have a copy, among other cool things, at the National Border Patrol Museum in El Paso.
“Drunk Belligerent White People Day”
Aka every day.
Worse drunks, Irish or Russians?
Well my mom’s Irish so I’m going to say Irish.
Also, my mom recited the. Poem above the day I was born and every birthday henceforth. That woman is a Saint
The nastiest drunk in our neighborhood growing up was an old overweight Irish American middle aged guy. Ginger flecked with gray beard and high blood pressure really made his hair trigger temper a sight to see.
Old middle aged. A little hung over today.
We don’t have the ginger in our strain. My mom looks like an Irish elf but no ginger.
He wasn’t nasty by any means, but the drunken guy I ever knew was a man named John Wayne. He loved in a trailor a few miles down the road from me. He was a good hearted man, he just could lay off the sauce. He had raised a family fairly successfully, but his wife left him and he turned to the bottle. He stayed drunk for about 10 years before it killed him at age 57. He used to come by and hang out from time to time. He handled his liquor pretty well and never made a nuisance of himself. He has some good stories to tell and I went fishing with him a few times. He was a well behaved alcoholic. It killed him anyway.
Sounds like he left an impression on you. That’s cool
Some people (most?) just set the bottle down after turning 30 or so and stop after 30 or so. I went from polishing off 12 packs on a Saturday afternoon in Uni, to 4 or 5 max on a Saturday night. Even that only happens once or twice a month. Some people just have that self destruct button in their DNA.
Some people (many?) are perfectly able, well after 30, to have a 12 pack on a Saturday night without hitting the self destruct button.
Sure, Mike, but how many can do it every night? Different capabilities, different people.
Yeah, I honestly meant “every” Saturday night. If it turns into “every day that ends in Y” sure, bad deal.
Hey, Trump has a diet coke button; I got a Red Dog button. I don’t let age stop me.
Scots and Polacks followed closely by the Scot-Polack miscengenation. Those bitches be real, Bro!
Excuse me. Since when are Irish people considered white? Or human?
Better change those posters!
Since 1961.
Good one.
“A dirty Irish mick, a priest lover, a spy from Rome,…”
Anybody remember In Search of John Doe 2? Fox keeps telling us that Trump needs to clean out the FBI so it can get its reputation restored. It’s getting the reputation it deserved long ago, if you ask me.
Once they realized who they were lookin’ for they just kinda quit.
This makes me seethe.
Woodchipper.
In honor of HM.
Every day we stray further from God’s light.
Makes Jabba’s Rat sound pleasant in comparison.
Speaking of drunk white boys. Yours truly just finished watching a double header at Baum Stadium.
Arkansas swept #4 Kentucky. Took the 3 game series 9-4 14-2 and 18-9.
The bats were on fire. The pitching was excellent. Woooo Pig Soooie. Come see me in Omaha this June.
The baseball teams performance totally makes up for the basketball hogs laying an egg against in the tournament.
You can’t get a Corliss Williamson every year.
I’m just starting the Aaron Hernandez documentary that came out yesterday. Better than fiction.
The ending will leave you hanging..
Pffffttt. Hahahahahahahahaha
Wait, am I terrible to laugh at that?
🙂
Not any more terrible than the rest of us degenerates.
Something apparently did happen in the end area.
Those old racist songs from the late 1890s / early 1900s are intriguing to me for some reason. I actually have a few 78rpm records that I found on eBay with some not-so-woke material in the lyrics. It’s like peering in on some dirty, forgotten secret.
Minstrelsy is not inherently “racist” and was the most popular form of American entertainment for 70+ years. It hasn’t really, entirely, gone away and that is a very good thing.
How do you figure?
Hello. I have enjoyed this place since week one. I probably spend more time on this site than anywhere else online. Anyway, I hope to comment more in the future.
Hello Tulpa.