Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 bad in the day if they squirt it your way Except in the winter when it's froze And it's hard if it hits on your nose (On your nose) [Guitar Solo] [Verse 2] 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 du-rag at home I'll 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 I'll be knocking the jockeys off the lawn, down in the dew [Verse 2] 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 du-rag at home I'll 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 I'll be knocking the jockeys off the lawn, down in the dew