Uncle Remus

Whoa, 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 '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 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