Galt MacDermot - Abie baby / fourscore [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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!