Blazing Saddles

When you were slaves,
you sang like birds.

Go on. How about a good
old nigger work song?

"I get no kick from champagne.
"Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all.
"So tell me why should it be true...
"... that I get a belt out of you?
"Some get a kick from cocaine. "
What the hell is that shit?
I meant a song. A real song.
Something like...
"Swing low, sweet chariot... "
Swing low? Sweet chariot?
Don't know that one, huh?
How about "De Camp Town Ladies"?
"De Camp Town Ladies"?
Ah, you know.
"De Camp Town Ladies sing this song,
doo-dah, doo-dah.

"De Camp Town race track five
miles long, all the doo-dah day!

"Gonna run all night,
gonna run all day.

"Bet my money on the bobtailed
nag, somebody bet on the bay!"

What in the wide, wide world
of sports is going on here?

I hired you people to try to get
a little track laid...

...not to jump around like a
bunch of Kansas City faggots!

Sorry, Mr. Taggart. I, I guess
we kind of got caught up.