It was an ugly recording. It reminds me of some of the performers today. The comedians have always done this, I think, made light of their existence to make a living, and I don't know that this was Burt Williams' recording, because I didn't know how to look on the label, you know. I wasn't conscious, really, like that, but it was about a man that came -- a white man that came to a house to see somebody where the blacks lived and he said, "Is the head nigger here?" And the man who answered the door said, "There ain't no niggers here." He said, "Oh, I just wanted to know who the head nigger was because I had $20 to give him." He said, "I's the head nigger, boss. If you don't believe it, you ask all these other niggers. They tell you I is." It's a spirit that's been with us a long time, a greedy, ignorant spirit. I heard that when I was a child. There was a song about a dog, a man singing to a dog. I thought he was singing to his wife, but anyway, it's called "Little Pal." "Oh, gal, you left me all alone," and I used to sing that song. I can still remember it. It was like that. I can't remember really any of the songs, except for -- I don't remember any of them when I was that age.