As President William McKinley was shot at the exposition (and died eight days later from his wounds), the response enjoyed some black humor popularity.

Mister Porter when you call me in the morn, he says, I'll kick but of course it doesn't go, No matter what I say, Just remember I'm the jay, That goes off the train when you get to Buffalo

Don't tell me you won't get off at Buffalo, Oh, oh, be quick and grab your clothes, Here's the hardest guy to wake, said the porter with a shake, They exchanged some good hard blows, Oh the porter got a soaker, but he fired the man With a crash thro' the window he did go Then the man they should awoke, in his sleep says that's a joke Put me off the train, when we get to Buffalo.

Thought I told you to put me off at Buffalo, oh oh, there's trouble in the air, Oh the porter shook with fright, yes he turned from black to white, Oh how that coon did stare,

I'm a dead nigger now he whispered to himself, its my last trip on this road, I know My goodness sakes alive, here's the gent in number five, I put the wrong man off the train at Buffalo.