Abie Baby / Fourscore

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-fkin-pator of the slaves.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, emanci-mother-fkin-pator of the slaves.

Four score and seven years ago
Our forefathers,
Brought forth upon this here continent a new nation
Concieved,
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
Bang!