Arnold and Willis and Mr. Drumond Songtext / Lyric

Arnold and Willis and Mr. Drumond

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 Differetn 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