School Daze Page #5

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Look, we have been cleaning up

after those sorry, tired, trifling...

shiftless Negroes from day one.

And I am not cleaning up. I refuse to clean.

Miriam, why are you always complaining?

This is for G-Phi-G.

- For the black and silver.

- Yet and still, I am no maid.

- And we are?

- Well, I have a question.

- Who's gonna pay for it this time?

- We're giving it, we should pay for it.

- We always pay for it.

- Common sense.

We are gonna pay for it.

Now, Dina, how much did we make

from the bake sale?

Enough.

I'm not going to the party.

- Where's the freaks?

- Here's to the Liberty Bowl, man.

- Couldn't get one.

- Oh, sh*t!

You've been jamming us up

since we started, man. I don't go over...

- I'm coming up.

- Four women.

- What's wrong with five?

- Come on, man.

Hold up. Listen, Half-Pint.

You got to go back out and bring in a freak.

- Two freaks.

- Yeah.

Here's $5. All this is, is a test.

And you're going to pass

with flying colours.

I want you to take that $5 US currency...

and go to the pet shop, get yourself a kitten.

Put it in a cage and mark it "P*ssy."

Give it to Dean Big Brother Almighty

and say, "Pass the p*ssy."

- Pass the p*ssy

- Meow

Pass the p*ssy

That's what you got to do

Pass the p*ssy

It won't work.

Pass the p*ssy, pass the p*ssy

The word is "excuse me."

Nobody told you to stand in the hall, either.

- Excuse me.

- That's better, Miss Thing.

It's not real.

- Say what?

- You heard.

It ain't even real.

You wish you had hair like this.

Girl, you know you weren't even born

with blue eyes.

That's right. Blue contact lenses.

- You're just jealous.

- Right.

Jealous?

Rachel, I've been watching you

look at Julian. You're not slick.

- Lf that was true, he wasn't much to look at.

- Tell her, Rachel.

- Pickaninny.

- Barbie doll.

- High-yellow heifer.

- Tar baby.

- Wannabe white.

- Jigaboo.

- Don't start.

- We're gonna finish it.

Re-Re, open up!

Talking about good and bad hair

Whether you're dark or you're fair

So you can go on and swear

See if I care

Good and bad hair

Don't you wish you had hair like this

Then the boys would give you a kiss

Talk about nothing but bliss

Then you're gonna see what you missed

If a fly should land on your head

Then I'm sure he'd break all his legs

'Cause you got so much grease up there

Dear, is that a weave that you wear?

Well, you got cockleburs

Standing all over your head

Well, you got sandy spurs

Rather have mine instead

You're just a jigaboo

Trying to find something to do

Well, you're a wannabe

Wanna be better than me

Bad hair's only good for one thing

If you get a lick, back it'll spring

Can't you, don't your hair stand on high?

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