[Verse 1]
Whoa, are we moving too slow
Have you seen us, Uncle Remus?
We look pretty sharp in these clothes
Unless we get sprayed with a hose
You know, it ain't bad in the day unless they squirt it your way
Unless it's in the winter when it's froze
And it's hard if it hits on your nose

[Verse 2]
Just keep your nose (keep your nose)
To the grindstone they say (grindstone they say)
Well, will that redeem us?
Lord, Uncle Remus?
I can't wait (well)
'Til my fro is full grown (is full grown)
And you can throw your du-rags away at home (du-rags at home)
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, we can be gone, we can be gone
And before they get up, I will be gone, be gone, will be gone
And before they get up, I will be gone