Uncle Remus — текст песни (Frank Zappa)

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