Backlash Blues
Mr. Backlash, Mr. BacklashJust who do you think I amYou raise my taxes, freeze my wagesAnd send my son to VietnamYou give me second class housesAnd second class schoolsDo you think that all colored folksAre just second class foolsMr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave youWith the backlash blues
When I try to find a jobTo earn a little cashAll you got to offerIs your mean old white backlashBut the world is bigBig and bright and roundAnd it's full of folks like meWho are black, yellow, beige and brownMr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave youWith the backlash blues
Mr. Backlash, Mr. BacklashJust what do you think I got to loseI'm gonna leave youWith the backlash bluesYou're the one who'll have the bluesNot me, just wait and see