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 mad in the day
  If they squirt it your way
  'Cept in the wintah, when it's froze
  And 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 Reemus?
  I can't wait til mah 'fro is full grown
  I'll just through in my doo-rag at home
  
  I'll take a drive to
  Beverly Hills
  Just before dawn
  And knock the little jockeys
  Off the rich peoples lawn
  And before they get up
  I'll be gone
  *(I'll be gone)*
  Before they get up
  I'll be knockin' the jockeys off the lawn
  *(Down in the dew)*