A Strictly Cullud Affair - Cab Calloway & His Orchestra

When your spirits are low,

There’s a place you can go.

You’ll never see white folks

At a strictly cullud affair.

See 'em laying 'em down,

Boys, they goin’to town,

You may see a few light folks

But they all got cullud folks’hair.

It’s given by the colored ladies’auxiliary,

Come on, brothers, check in all your artillery.

Spend your nickels and dimes,

Have some marv-yu-lous times;

I mean it’s too tight, folks,

At a strictly cullud affair.