Wo, re we moving too slow? Have you seen us, Uncle Remus...
We look purty 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 An' it's hard if it hits On yer nose (On yer nose)
Just keep yer 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 tho 'way my Do-Rag at home I take the drive to Beverly Hills Just before dawn An' knock the little jockeys Off the rich people's lawn An' before they get up I'll be gone, I'll be gone Before they get up I'll be knockin' the jockeys off the lawns Down in the dewTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
