Lyrics:

Woah, 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
And it's hard if it hits on your nose (on your 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 do-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
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