Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash, just who do you think I am?
You raise my taxes, freeze my wages, send my son to Vietnam
You give me second class houses, second class schools
Do you think all coloured folk are second class fools?
Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you with the backlash blues

When I try to find a job to earn a little cash
All you've gotta offer is your mean old white backlash
But the world is big, big and bright and round
And it's full of folk like me who are black, white, yellow and brown
Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you with the backlash blues

You leave us with your troubles and you don't care how we do
You're nevеr paying us, though we're always paying you
We havе to take your promises, though none of them are true
Then a backlash comes and whips us till we're bleeding through and through
Mr. Backlash, I'll leave you with the backlash blues

Mr. Backlash, who do you think I am?
You raise my taxes, freeze my wages, send my son to Vietnam
You give me second class houses and second class schools
Do you think all coloured folk are second class fools?
Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you with the backlash blues