Lyrics

Way back in 1912 apartheid South White and black ladies of the night walked separate routes Some white hookers got together And they all agreed this year they'd march in the Mardi Gras parade Oh and word got out across them tracks 'Cause no women was allowed to mask So some ladies dressed up like baby dolls Satin skirts, bloomers, and razor blades in their garter belts And the boys scream no no no They hollering no And you could hear Jim Crow's ghost Crying no Well them sailors came into port carrying money disease and wine To the Red Light District to Storyville them soldiers wandered to unwind Found the black hookers done organized, had big sticks Sick of being marginalized The women dressed up like baby dolls Desegregated that parade with their power And the boys scream no no no They hollering no And you could hear Jim Crow's ghost Crying no So the women dressed up like baby dolls Got razor blades and solved all their problems