---When the sun goes down, the stars come out,

The people gather round and they all begin to shout

Hey Hey Uncle Bud, it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud !

What a dance do they do, Lordy how I'm telling you !

They don't need no band, they keep time by clappin' their hands.

Easier than a cow, a chewin' on her cud

When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud !!

That's all I remember !!