I've listened to Gary B. B. Coleman's recording of UNCLE BUD on "Too Much Weekend," and I believe I can make these corrections to Bob Coltman's transcription above (By the way, I think it's better represented as 2-line verses rather than 4-line verses.):


Uncle Bud's got a gal; her name is Emmaline.
Her ass stands open like a watermelon rind....

Old Aunt Dinah come floatin' down the stream.
[I couldn't make out the next line but I'm pretty sure it's nothing like Bob Coltman's version.]....

He's eatin' the watermelon, throwin' away the rind,
Preachin' the gospel, lyin' all the time....

Here come a dog with his tail hished up, [hoisted]
His asshole shinin' like a new tin cup....

Here come another one trottin' down the road,
The jaws of his ass like the sugar in a bowl.