1-2-3 When the sun goes down and the tide rolls out and 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 glory how I'm tellin' you they don't need no band they keep time by clappin' their hands just happy as a cow chewin' on a cud it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud it's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud