When the sun goes down, the tide goes out,
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The people gather 'round and they all begin to shout,
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"Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud,
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It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud".
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What a dance do they do!
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Lordy, how I'm tellin' you...
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They don't need no band...
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They keep time by clappin' their hand...
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Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud,
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When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud.
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Lordy, how they play it!
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Goodness, how they sway it!
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Uncle Joe, Uncle Jim,
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How they pound the mire with vigor and vim!
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Joy! that music thrills me!
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Boy! it nearly kills me!
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What a show when they go!
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Say! they beat it up either fast or slow.
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When the sun goes down, the tide goes out,
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The people gather 'round and they all begin to shout,
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"Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud,
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It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud".
|
|
What a dance do they do!
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Lordy, how I'm tellin' you...
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They don't need no band...
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They keep time by clappin' their hand.
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Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud.
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When the people beat their feet,
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When the people beat their feet,
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When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud!
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Mississippi Mud!
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Mississippi Mud
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| Alvin And The Chipmunks |
