Uncle Remus

Whoa, are we moving 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

Except in the winter when it's froze

And it's hard if it hits on your nose (On your nose)

Just keep your nose to the grindstone they say

Will that redeem us, Uncle Remus

I can't wait 'til my fro is full grown

I'll just throw away my du-rag at home

I'll take a drive to Beverly Hills just before dawn

And knock the little jockeys off the rich people's lawn

And 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