Dat’s de way he takes to win.
Now, he put it in li’l Rastus
Fo’ to git dat fiddle down.
Tho’t I kooden’ r’sist tem’tayshun
Fo’ to dance at its ol’ soun’.
Not dis time, oh, no! Brer Satan,
Kin yo’ make out me er clown.
Git me dancin, lose mah ’liggun
On de las’ day lose mah crown.
Guess I beddah git de Bible,