♪When the sun goes down, the tide goes outThe people gather round and they all begin to shoutHey, hey, Uncle Bud, it's a treat to beat your feetOn the Mississippi Mud, it's a treat to beat your feetOn the Mississippi MudWhat a dance, do you think, dear?Lordy, how I'm telling you, they don't need no bandThey keep time by clapping their handsJust as happy as a cow chewing on a tideWhen the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud♪Lordy, how they play itGoodness, how they sway itDon't judge us as himHow they pound the mar with vigor and vimJoy, that music thrills meBoy, it nearly kills meWhat a show when they goSay, they beat it off beatin' fast and slow♪What a dance, do they doLordy, lordy, lordy, how I'm telling youThey don't need no bandThey keep time by clapping their handsWhen the people beat their feetOnce again now I repeatWhen the people beat their feetOn that Mississippi Mud♪