You ought to see deacon Jones

When he rattles the bones

Old parson Brown foolin' 'roun like a clown

Aunt Jemima who is past eighty three

Shoutin' "I'm full o' pep!

Watch yo' step!, watch yo' step!

One legged Joe danced aroun' on his toe

Threw away his crutch and hollered, "let 'er go!"

Oh, honey, hail! hail! the gang's all here

For an Alabama jubilee

Mandolins, violins

Hear the darkies tunin' up, the fun begins

Come this way, don't delay

Better hurry, honey dear, or you'll be missin'

Music sweet, rag-time treat

Goes right to your head and trickles to your feet

It's a reminder, a memory finder

Of nights down in old Alabam'

Hear that flute, it's a beaut

And the tunes it's tootin', tootsie, ain't they cute?

Let's begin, it's a sin

To be missin' all this syncopated music!

Oh, you Jane, once again

Give your legs some exercise to that refrain

Boy, that's what makes me so dreamy and takes me

Back home to my old Alabam'