Letras
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
