Abie Baby

Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and all

And pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' Mother's Oats in grease

I's free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves

Yes, I's finished on y'all farm land with yo' boll weevils and all

And pluckin' y'all's chickens, fryin' Mother's Oats in grease

I's free now, thanks to yo', Massa Lincoln, emancipator of the slaves

Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fuckin'-pator of the slaves

Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fuckin'-pator of the slaves

Four score, I said four score and seven years ago

Oh, sock it to 'em baby, you're sounding better all the time

Our forefathers, I mean all our forefathers

Brought forth upon this here continent a new nation

Oh come on, it's too rock me stokly

Concieved, conceived like we all was

In liberty, and dedicated to the one I love

I mean dedicated to the proposition

That all men, honey, I tell you all men are created equal

Happy birthday, Abie Baby

Happy birthday to you, yeah

Happy birthday, Abie Baby

Happy birthday to you, bang

Bang, bang, shit, I'm not dying for no white man