An' before they get up I'll be gone, I'll be gone
I'll just throw 'way my Doo-Rag at home
Just keep your nose to the grindstone, they say
Before they get up I'll be knocking
Will that redeem us, uncle Remus
I'll take a drive to Beverly Hills just before dawn
An' it's hard if it hits on your nose, on your nose
We look pretty sharp in these clothes, yes, we do
'Cept in the winter, when it's froze
I can't wait till my Fro is full-grown
Unless we get sprayed with a hose
An' knock the little jockeys off the rich people's lawn
It ain't bad in the day if they squirt it your way