Listen here folks, gonna sing a little song Don’t get mad, we don’t mean no harm You know, it’s tight like that, beedle-um-bum, oh, it’s tight like that, beedle-um-bum Don’t you hear me talking to you, I mean it’s tight like that There was a little black rooster met a little brown hen Made a date at the barn about half past ten I went to see my gal, over ‘cross the hall Found another mule kicking in my stall Well the gal I love, she’s long and slim When she whip it, it’s too bad, Jim Well the rooster crowed and the hen looked ‘round And the bum-bum billy got to carry me to town Mama had a dog, his name was Ball If you give a little taste he’d want it all Uncle Bud and aunt Jane went to Chinkapin Run Aunt Jane fell down and Uncle Bud ??? If you see my gal tell her to hurry home I ain’t had no bread since she’s been gone I wear my britches up above my knees Strut my jelly with who I please Uncle Bill came home about a half past ten Put the key in the hole but he couldn’t get in Me and my brother was up in the law We seen Uncle Bill when he broke it all