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 mad in the day

If they squirt it your way

'Cept in the wintah, 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 Reemus?

I can't wait til mah 'fro is full grown

I'll just through in my doo-rag at home



I'll take a drive to

Beverly Hills

Just before dawn

And knock the little jockeys

Off the rich peoples lawn

And before they get up

I'll be gone

*(I'll be gone)*

Before they get up

I'll be knockin' the jockeys off the lawn

*(Down in the dew