Hair Soundtrack Abie Baby Lyrics

Abie Baby Lyrics

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.

 

 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

 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

 Happy birthday, Abie baby,

 Happy birthday to you

 Bang!

 Bang? Ha ha. Shit, I'm not dying for no white man.

 (Tell it like it is, baby.)