Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball Oh no, you’re mulatto, you can’t go As the white guys ogle at the off-white gals But the black guys can’t - no, they can’t go
I’m sort of an octoroon you see So I should get in, yes I should get in But my skin’s too black despite white blood And the Jim Crow grins look meanly grim
Let’s all go to the Quadroon Ball The music’s good, the dance-floor wide But Federal Laws don’t reach this State So I’m standing here, all cold, outside.