When the sun goes down, the tide goes out,
The people gather 'round and they all begin to shout,
"Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud,
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 tellin' you...
They don't need no band...
They keep time by clappin' their hand...
Just as happy as a cow chewin' on a cud,
When the people beat their feet on the Mississippi Mud.
Lordy, how they play it!
Goodness, how they sway it!
Uncle Joe, Uncle Jim,
How they pound the mir
The Scarecrow
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Tell me true, tell me why, was Jesus crucifiedIs it for this that Daddy died?Was it for you? Was it me?Did I watch too much T.V.?Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?If it wasn't for the nipsBeing so good at building shipsThe yards would still be open on the clyde.And it can't be much fun for themBeneath the rising sunWith all their kids committing suicide.What have we done, Maggie what have we done?What have we done to England?Should we shout, should we scream"What happened to the post war dream?"Oh Maggie, Maggie what have we done?