Wo, 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 Yer Nose

On Yer Nose



Just Keep Yer 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