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

'Cept 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 door 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