Uncle Remus Songtext / Lyric

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)*