You ought to see Deacon Jones rattle them old bones
Old Parson Brown, he's dancing 'round like a clown
Old aunt Jemima, past about eighty three
Shouting, "I'm full o' pep"
Watch your step, watch your step
Uncle Joe danced around on his toe
Picked them up and hollered, "Let 'er go"
Oh, honey, hail, hail, the gang's all here
For the Alabama Jubilee