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
'Cept in the winter, when it's froze
And it's hard if it hits, 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 doo-rag at home
I'll take a drive to Beverly hills just before dawn
And knock the little jockeys off the rich peoples 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
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