Uncle Remus
Wo, are we movin' too slow?Have you seen us,Uncle Remus . . .We look pretty sharp in these clothes (yes, we do)Unless we get sprayed with a hoseIt ain't bad in the dayIf they squirt it your way'Cept in the winter, when it's frozeAn' it's hard if it hitsOn yer noseOn yer nose
Just keep yer noseTo the grindstone, they sayWill that redeem us,Uncle Remus . . .I can't wait till my Fro is full-grownI'll just throw 'way my Doo-Rag at homeI'll take a drive to BEVERLY HILLSJust before dawnAn' knock the little jockeysOff the rich people's lawnAn' before they get upI'll be gone, I'll be goneBefore they get upI'll be knocking the jockeys off the lawnDown in the dew