Lyrics:

Well, Old Dan Tucker, was a fine old man
Washed his face in a frying pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
Died with a toothache in his heel

Get out of the way! Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out of the way! Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper

Old Dan Tucker, he'd come to town
Riding a billy goat, leading a hound
The hound dog barked, the billy goat jumped
Landed 'Ol Tucker on a stump!

Get out of the way! Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out of the way! Old Dan Tucker
You're 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 fell in his shoe
And oh my Lord the ashes flew

Now old Dan Tucker has come to town
Swinging them ladies all around
First to the right and then to the left
Then to the gal that he loves best

Get out of the way! Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Get out of the way! Old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper