When the sun goes down, the tide goes out, the people gather round and they all begin to shout. Hey, Hey Uncle Dud It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud. It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud. What a dance do they do. Lordy how I'm tellin' you. They don't need no band. They keep time by clapping their hands. Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud.
When the sun goes down, the tide goes out, the people gather round and they all begin to shout. Hey, Hey Uncle Dud It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud. It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud. What a dance do they do. Lordy how I'm tellin' you. They don't need no band. They keep time by clapping their hands. Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud.
