Lyric Arnold, Willis, and Mr. Drummond

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.