text: Bishop danced with a thumbscrew woman
  Did a double-quick back flip and slid across the floor
  The Catholic traffic flowed freely cross the river
  And fiddlestick fiddled quick out the front door
  Oh baby dumpling, mamas in the back tree
  If the bow breaks mama might fall
  Little sad and only, baby dont be lonely
  Mama knows rithmatic, knows how to take a fall
  Mama knows rithmatic, knows how to take a fall
  And the kids are crying Flapjacks, makeem fat, early in the mornin
  Little Jack, grab your hat, hear the breakfast call
  Muskrat, bat a cat, kick him in the fireplace
  Theres someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah on their horn
  Theres someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah like theyre born
  Well maverick daddy got one-eyed bridge
  She glides like a monkey-mule kicking on the back slide
  Over hill, over hill, daddy dont you spill now
  Papa got a switch stick, hes pumping little Bill
  Papa got a switch stick, hes pumping little Bill
  And Billy, hes crying Tomahawk, tomahawk, daddy better duck now
  The Mohawks, the Mohawks, theyre still out there in the woods
  Monatuk, Ocanuk, runnin through my dreams now
  With fire on their fingertips and indian screams
  With fire on their fingertips and feathers made of moonbeams
  Well early in the morning the cannoneer cried
  I seen the sailors warning in the western sky
  Well mountain man, if you can, cut me down a fir tree
  Branches full of candlesticks for baby and me
  And my darling cried, she said Honey, the weathervane
  Lately its been pointing the way to heaven
  Scatterbrains, scatterbrains, watch out where you fall
  Champagne, champagne, a round for all the old choir boys
  Theyre busting off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall
  Theyre bustin off the altar chasing Dinah through the hall
  And the kids are crying Flapjacks, makeem fat, early in the mornin
  Little Jack, grab your hat, hear the breakfast call
  Muskrat, bat a cat, kick him in the fireplace
  Theres someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah on their horn
  Theres someone in the kitchen blowing Dinah like theyre born