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.