Hair - Abie Baby Lyrics
Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and allAnd pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' Mother's Oats in greaseI's free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slavesYes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and allAnd pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' Mother's Oats in greaseI's free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slavesYeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-*****in'-pator of the slavesYeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-*****in'-pator of the slavesFour score, I said four score and seven years agoOh, sock it to 'em baby, you're sounding better all the timeOur forefathers, I mean all our forefathersBrought forth upon this here continent a new nationOh come on and stroke me StokelyConcieved, conceived like we all wasIn liberty, and dedicated to the one I loveI mean dedicated to the propositionThat all men, honey, I tell you all men are created equalHappy birthday, Abie BabyHappy birthday to you, yeahHappy birthday, Abie BabyHappy birthday to you, bangBang, bang, shit, I'm not dying for no white man
