text: Now Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man
  Washed his face in a frying pan
  Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
  And died with a toothache in his heel
  Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
  Youre too late to get your supper
  Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
  Youre too late to get your supper
  Now Old Dan Tucker come to town
  Riding a billy goat, leading a hound
  The hound dog barked and billy goat jumped
  And landed old Tucker on a stump
  Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
  Youre too late to get your supper
  Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
  Youre too late to get your supper
  Now Old Dan Tucker got drunk and fell
  In the fire and kicked up holy hell
  A red-hot coal got in his shoe
  And oh my Lord, the ashes flew
  Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
  Youre too late to get your supper
  Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
  Youre too late to get your supper
  Now Old Dan Tucker come to town
  Swinging them ladies all around
  First to the right and then to the left
  Then to the girl that he loved best
  Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
  Youre too late to get your supper
  Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
  Youre too late to get your supper
  Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
  Youre too late to get your supper
  Get out the way, Old Dan Tucker
  Youre too late to get your supper