My grandpa had his own version. I can only remember bits and pieces. Uncle Dieter got the coon and gone on, gone on, gone on. Uncle Dieter got the coon and gone on and left me looking up a tree. What kind of slippers do the angels wear, slipping and sliding thru the air? Golden slippers and shining socks, drep all your nickles in th' missionary box. Uncle Dieter got the coon and gone on and left me looking up a tree.