Wo, are we mov-in' too slow? Have you seen us, Un-cle Re-mus? We look pret-ty sharp in these clothes. Yes we do Un-less we ger sprayed with a hose. It ain't bad in the day, if they squirt it your way, 'cept in the win-ter when it's froze. An' it's hard if it hits on yer nose. Just keep yer nose on the grind-stone, they say. Will that re-deem us, Un-cle Re-mus? 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 Bev-er-ly Hills. Just be-fore dawn, an' knock the lit-tle jock-eys off the rich peo-ple's lawn, an' be-fore they get up, I'll be gone, I'll be gone. Be-fore they get up, I'll be knock-in' the jock-eys off the lawn. Down in the dew. Wo, are we mov-in' too slow? Have you seen us, Un-cle Re-mus? Do, do, do, do. Oo, oo, oo. Ah, ah. Oh, oh. An' it's hard if it hits on yer nose, on yer nose. Just keep yer nose on the grind-stone, they say. Will that re-deem us, Un-cle Re-mus? 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 Bev-er-ly Hills. Just be-fore dawn, an' knock the lit-tle jock-eys off the rich peo-ple's lawn, an' be-fore they get up, I'll be gone, I'll be gone. Be-fore they get up, I'll be knock-in' the jock-eys off the lawn. Down in the dew. Ah. Ah, ah. Ah, ah. Ah, ah, ah, ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.