Mississippi Mud

Hey, John, you evah been to Mississippi? No, man, but I sure would like to visit down there. You would? Well, I'll tell you what then, let us hop on a plane and went. O-kay, I hear it's very nice. It is, it is. When the sun goes down The tide goes out The people gather 'round And they all begin to shout. What? 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. And what a dance do they do Lordy, how I'm tellin' you Why, they don't need no band They keep time by clappin their hand. Just as happy as a cow Chewin' on a cud When the people beat their feet On the Mississippi Mud. Lordy, how they play it Goodness, how they sway it There's Uncle George and cousin Jack Look at those fools peckin' on their back. What joy! That music thrills me. It do. Boy, it nearly kills me Sister Kate hollers, "Son!" You sure get muddy But, it's mighty good fun 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 don't? They keep time by clappin' their hand I see. Just as happy as a cow Chewing on a cud When the people beat their feet Yeah! Yeah! And the people clap their hand On the M I double S I double S I double P I mud. An "A" for spelling. --- Mississippi Mud - Bobby Darin, Billy May and Johnny Mercer