Make yo’ dance yo’se’f leg bowl.
Played de sweetes’ kine o’ ditties
Dat jes’ ’joiced yo’ berry soul.
Look hyeah, Rastus! drap dat fiddle,
Doan’ yo’ sot dat thing er chune.
Ef yo’ do, in spite mah ’liggun,
Make out me er dancin’ coon.
See, de debbil’s allus skeemin’
Fo’ to make de Chris’shuns sin.
Usein’ chillun in his bizzness,