a little song



a little dance



a little seltzer down yer pants



lump o gold the size of yer head



a little bramble in yer bed



happy day in a boat



trade a heffer for a goat



Caledonia where the hell you been



Dear friend rub my back



'tis no cadence that I lack



rise in humor and or laughter



may a basoon full of camphor



blow yer britches down today



blow yer britches down today



Caledonia where the hell you been



Step lively with caprice



through the heavy chested spread



May the purple painted theif



dance on the harpsichord instead



let mine eye state it bluntly



no such stuff was in my thoughts



Caledonia where the hell you been