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', Ma**a Lincoln
Emancipator of the slaves
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Emanci-mother-f**in-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!