Abie Baby

Yes, I's finished on y'all's farm lands

With yo' boll weevils and all

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's farm lands

With yo' boll weevils and all

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-fuckin'-pator of the slaves

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Emanci-mother-fuckin'-pator of the slaves

Slaves, slaves, yeah

Oh, bee-doo, wuh-wuh

Oh, bee-doo, wuh-wuh

Four score

I said four score and seven years ago

Oh, sock it to 'em, baby

You're sounding better all the time!

Our forefathers, I mean all our forefathers

Brought forth upon this here continent, a new nation

Oh, come on and stroke me, Stokely

Oh, conceived, conceived like we all was

In liberty, and dedicated to the one I love

I mean dedicated to the proposition

That all men, honey, I tell you all men

Are created equal

Bee-doo, wuh-wuh

Oh, wuh-wuh-wuh-wuh

Happy birthday, Abie baby

Happy birthday to you

Yeah

Happy birthday, Abie baby

Happy birthday to you

Bang

Bang? Ha-ha, Bang?

Shit, I'm not dyin' for no white man!