Coloured lady walking along,
Picking her nose and singing a song,
Her droppings they went here and there,
Where they landed she know not where.


She suddenly threw a currant bun,
It landed in a policeman’s tum,
Now young lady you can’t do that,
Why didn’t you put it in your hat.


My hat’s too small for currant buns,
But it might do if you get the runs,
He said I’ll have less of your cheek,
She looked at him and gave a shriek.


I really think you’re funny man,
You remind me of my gran,
But I guess you have your job to do,
So see you around toodle loo.


Now wait a minute don’t rush off,
This really isn’t good enough,
There’s currants lying on the floor,
Look there’s a couple by that door.


She quietly went and picked them up,
And put them in the bin,
So that will teach you a lesson girl,
And he marched off with a grin.


The coloured lady went on her way,
Picking her nose and singing a song,
As far as she was concerned,
This would go on all day long.