Abie Baby

Yes, I's finished on y'alls farm land with yo' boll weevils and all
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'alls farm land with yo' boll weevils and all
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 and seven years ago
Our forefathers
Brought forth upon this continent a new nation
Conceived in liberty
And dedicated to the one I love
Dedicated to the proposition
That all men, all men, all men are created equal

Happy birthday, Abie Baby
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, Abie Baby
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday Abie Baby
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday Abie baby
Happy birthday to you
Bang!