Uncle Remus Songtext
von Billy Cobham

Whoa, are we moving too slow?
Have you seen Tina
Or Uncle Ray, him us?
Oh, we′d look a pretty sight in these clothes
Unless we could spray with a hose
But you know it ain't bad in the day
Unless they squirted your way
Unless it′s in the winter or when it's froze

And it's hard if it hits on your nose


And then we told him, we said
Just keep your nose to the grindstone, they say
Grindstone, they say
Well, they say it will redeem us
Whoa, Lord, Uncle Ray, him us
Al Johnson can′t wait until his fro is full grown
Well, I told Al Johnson he couldn′t cop a long time ago to draw
His drag around at home

And take a jag to Beverly Hills
Just before the crack of dawn
And buy those little jackets off the rich people's lawn

And before they get up, we can be gone
And before they get up, we can be gone
And before they get up, we can be gone away
Can be gone away
Can be gone