Lyrics:

Moses, you better slow down your pace
You know sometimes, haste makes waste.
Moses, you better stop blowing the breeze
You better give the jive the freeze.
Moses, you better keep the wheel a turning
Cause the man is churning too.
Don't do what I do, do what I say.
Moses, you better stop hogging the joint
Because you knew it ain't no point.
Moses, you better stop your hoochile koo
And put them ribs on the barbecue.
Moses, you better stop popping your gum
Sucking your thumb and looking dumb.
Don't do what I do, do what I say.
Moses, you better stop chasing the boys
And get some unbreakable toys.
Moses, you better stop sleeping so late
And try to get up half past eight.
Moses, you better stop steering a fuss
Because what would you do without us.
Don't do what I do, do what I say.