 Hey, hey, Uncle Ted. 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. Lordy, how I'm telling you. They don't need no band. No, no. They keep the time by clapping their hands. Yeah, yeah. Just as happy as a cow chewing on a cud when the folks beat their feet on the Mississippi mud.