I had a horse and I called him Napoleon
All on account of his bony parts.
He was the fastest in the county
Folks would laugh to see him start

I drove him around on an old milk wagon
If I wanted him to stop I'd holler MILK.
He was bred in old Kentucky
Hair as fine as any silk.

I went to town the other ev'nin
Seen a feller with a hoss so fine
He says, "Ya goldern Rube
I'll give ya a race right down the line.

Off we started helter skelter
Me with a smile all over my face.
Sure as I'm a sinner we was comin' in a winner
when the cuss yelled MILK and we lost that race.