Woo, are we movin' 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   An' 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 till my Fro is full-grown   I'll just throw 'way my Doo-Rag at home      I'll take a 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 knocking   The jockeys off the lawn down in the dew