Arnold And Willis And Mr. Drumondd

Straight from the ghetto streets of
Harlem, came two brothers Willis
and Arnold, black goldfish swims
in the bowl, he's three feet high,
four with the afro. Stealing
cookies from the jar,
droppin' water balloons on cars.
I hope Mrs.. Garret won't see,
just play sick for Mohammed Ali.
the Gooch is coming, to steal
milk money.

Arnold, and Willis, and Mr.
Drumond, and don't forget
Kimberly. They just cancelled
Dukes of Hazard, Different
Strokes is all I want to see.

Way up high in the penthouse
apartment, making us laugh its
Willis and Arnold. Mr.
Drumond's got the dough, they
get to ride in a limo

Different Strokes, its almost time.
We just watch 'cause Kimberly's
fine. Half hour long it never fills
us, when he says, "What you
talkin' 'bout Willis?". Write the
cable company, different strokes
all the time.

Mr. Drumond, a man of the
means, loves two black brothers,
they've only got the blue jeans.