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From the album Don’t Call Me Buckwheat (1992)
Music & Lyrics by Garland Jeffreys
I was afraid of Malcolm
Just like any white man
Between the powder of the talcum
And the color of a black man
Fee fie fo fum
I was afraid of Malcolm
And the afro picks in the sand
Just like any white man Now I see I was dumb
I bought the whole big shebang
White man afraid of Malcolm
Hit=2 0me like a boomerang
From the fire to the frying pan
I did the ostrich too
Cassius was the better man
But I took the white man’s cue I was afraid of Malcolm
Just like any white man
Between the powder of the talcum
And the color of the man tan
Fee fie fo fum
I was afraid of Malcolm
And the afro picks in the sand
Just like any white man Things got better each day
I landed on my own backbone
And when I think of all the hearsay
I’m standin’ in my own skin tone
Pictured as a man of distortion
Painted as a monster in monster proportion
Changing up with every bit of information
Painting like a master in God’s creation
Where each and every one and every body is equal
Where you don’t have to wait until
You see the sequel I was afraid of Malcolm
Just like any white man
Between the powder of the talcum
And the color of a black man
Fee fie fo fum
I was afraid of Malcolm
And the afro picks in the sand
Just like any white man
Just like any white man
Between the powder of the talcum
And the color of a black man
Fee fie fo fum
I was afraid of Malcolm
And the afro picks in the sand
Just like any white man Now I see I was dumb
I bought the whole big shebang
White man afraid of Malcolm
Hit=2 0me like a boomerang
From the fire to the frying pan
I did the ostrich too
Cassius was the better man
But I took the white man’s cue I was afraid of Malcolm
Just like any white man
Between the powder of the talcum
And the color of the man tan
Fee fie fo fum
I was afraid of Malcolm
And the afro picks in the sand
Just like any white man Things got better each day
I landed on my own backbone
And when I think of all the hearsay
I’m standin’ in my own skin tone
Pictured as a man of distortion
Painted as a monster in monster proportion
Changing up with every bit of information
Painting like a master in God’s creation
Where each and every one and every body is equal
Where you don’t have to wait until
You see the sequel I was afraid of Malcolm
Just like any white man
Between the powder of the talcum
And the color of a black man
Fee fie fo fum
I was afraid of Malcolm
And the afro picks in the sand
Just like any white man

Garland Jeffreys