Hey, Rap: (Yes, we have rap in here, too):

All that stuff coming down river on the Missisippi must have been coming from the Minnesota side.

And the correct line is:

"It's hippity Hop, to the bucket shop." I knew that wasn't right when I typed it, but I was in a rush to get out for our morning walk.

Never heard a liquor store called a bucket shop, but it makes sense. At the time the song was written, you could still probably bring a bucket to the store and get it filled with beer.

In southern Wisconsin growing up, liquor stores were called
"Beer Depots." I didn't think there was anything unusal about that until I mentioned the term out here in the sophisticated East and was greated with loud guffaws. Actually, it's not sophisticated to guffaw, either. That's as gauche as slapping your knee or chewing on a stalk of hay. Out here in the east, we subtly roll our eyes and make a slight, knowing smirk.

Jerry