Bobby:
Hey, John, you evah been
to Mississippi?

Johnny:
No, man, but I sure
would like to visit
down there.

Bobby:
You would?
Well, I'll tell
you what then, let
us hop on a plane
and went.

Johnny:
O-kay, I hear
it's very nice.

Bobby: It is, it is.

Johnny:
When the sun goes down
The tide goes out
The people gather 'round
And they all begin to shout.

Bobby: What?

Johnny:
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.

Bobby:
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.

Both:
Just as happy as a cow
Chewin' on a cud
When the people
beat their feet
On the Mississippi Mud.

Bobby:
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.
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Johnny:
What joy!
That music thrills me.

Bobby: It do.

Johnny:
Boy, ... it nearly kills me
Sister Kate hollers,
"Son!"
You sure get muddy
But, it's mighty good fun

Both:
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.

Bobby:
What a dance do they do ...

Both:
Lordy, ... how I'm tellin' you ...

Johnny:
They don't need no band ...

Bobby: They don't?

Johnny:
They keep time by
clappin' their hand ...

Bobby: I see.

Johnny:
Just as happy as a cow
Chewing on a cud
When the people beat
their feet ...

Bobby: Yeah! Yeah!

Johnny:
And the people clap their hand
On the M I double S
I double S I double
P I Mud.

Bobby: An "A" for spelling.