Wo, are we mov-in' too slow?
Have you seen us, Un-cle Re-mus?
We look pret-ty sharp in these clothes.
Yes we do
Un-less we ger sprayed with a hose.
It ain't bad in the day,
if they squirt it your way,
'cept in the win-ter when it's froze.
An' it's hard if it hits on yer nose.
Just keep yer nose on the grind-stone, they say.
Will that re-deem us, Un-cle Re-mus?
I can't wait till my fro is full-grown.
I'll just throw-'way my doo rag at home.
I'll take a drive to Bev-er-ly Hills.
Just be-fore dawn,
an' knock the lit-tle jock-eys off the rich peo-ple's lawn,
an' be-fore they get up, I'll be gone, I'll be gone.
Be-fore they get up, I'll be knock-in' the jock-eys off the lawn.
Down in the dew.
Wo, are we mov-in' too slow?
Have you seen us, Un-cle Re-mus?
Do, do, do, do.
Oo,
oo,
oo.
Ah,
ah.
Oh,
oh.
An' it's hard if it hits on yer nose,
on yer nose.
Just keep yer nose on the grind-stone, they say.
Will that re-deem us, Un-cle Re-mus?
I can't wait till my fro is full-grown.
I'll just throw-'way my doo rag at home.
I'll take a drive to Bev-er-ly Hills.
Just be-fore dawn,
an' knock the lit-tle jock-eys off the rich peo-ple's lawn,
an' be-fore they get up, I'll be gone, I'll be gone.
Be-fore they get up, I'll be knock-in' the jock-eys off the lawn.
Down in the dew.
Ah.
Ah,
ah.
Ah,
ah.
Ah,
ah,
ah,
ah.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.
Ah.
