Vista previa
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 hose
it ain't bad in the day
if they squirt it your way
'cept in the winter, when it's froze
an' it's hard if it hits
on yer nose
on yer nose
Just keep yer nose
to the grindstone, they say
will that redeem us,
uncle remus . . .
i can't wait till my fro is full-grown
i'll just throw 'way my doo-rag at home
i'll take a drive to beverly hills
just before dawn
an' knock the little jockeys
off the rich people's lawn
an' before they get up
i'll be gone, i'll be gone
before they get up
i'll be knocking the jockeys off the lawn
down in the dew