Somehow the song seems to assume that a person who lusts after a ripe watermelon must be a black person. This is far from the case. I can assure you as a card-carrying white person that I too would be tempted by a sweet and luscious watermelon, ripe for picking.

Ah, for those happy days when I sat on the front porch with brothers and sisters, and we ate watermelon and spat the seeds into the rose bush.

The blood center tells me that watermelon is a good source of iron, to boot.