Abie Baby/Fourscore

Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and all, and pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease. I's free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves. Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and all, and pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' mother's oats in grease. I's free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves. Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fkin-pator of the slaves. Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fkin-pator of the slaves. Four score and seven years ago Our forefathers, Brought forth upon this here continent a new nation Concieved, In liberty, and dedicated to the one I love, dedicated to the proposition That all men, all men, all men Are created equal Happy birthday, Abie baby, Happy birthday to you Happy birthday, Abie baby, Happy birthday to you Happy birthday, Abie baby, Happy birthday to you Bang!