All the coons 'round Coontown was feelin' mighty funny A strange coon blowed in town, he had a terrible lot of money He'd only been in town a week ago tomorrow All the rest of the darkies, has bowed their head in sorrow There's some kind of mystery, likin' to him He's always dressed so neat and trim He wears patent leather slippers, a high silk hat He's got diamonds all over his silk cravat He's got a face like a preacher, don't ever smile He's always dressed in a gambler's style He ain't tipped his hat since he's been in town And the darks is all crazy, started mumblin' around, sayin' "I wonder, what is that coon's game? The way he spends his money is a sin and a shame Is he from Klondike or from Maine? That's what I'd like to know" I'm worried about him, I must admit 'Cause among the yella gals he's made an awful hit I wonder what is that coon's game? The coon rides a wheel with a pearl and diamond settin' Around no kind of game you can't ever see him gettin' So each and every darkie had a mighty funny feelin' One went and told the police, "I think that darkie's stealin'" So they arrested him on suspicion, about nine one night The darkies held a meetin', with a great delight Every darkie was in court the next morning soon To see what they were gon' do with this mysterious coon "One hundred dollars!", is what the judge said The darkie pulled a roll of money, big as your head Then everybody in court begin to look strange When he give the judge a thousand dollars, said, "Keep the change" Put on his kid gloves and started toward the door Then every darkie in court begin to mumble low, sayin' "I wonder what is that coon's game? The way he spends his money is a sin and a shame Is he from Klondike or from Maine? That's what I'd like to know I'm worried about him, I must admit 'Cause among the yella gals he's made an awful hit I wonder what is that coon's game?"