Now listen here folks, we don't mean no harm Don't get mad, we going to sing a little song About wringing that thing, wringing that thing Let me tell you about it, about wringing that thing There was a little black rooster, met a little brown hen Made a date at the barn, about half past ten About wringing that thing, wringing that thing Let me tell you about it, about wringing that thing I had a little woman, lived out Peach Tree Road Made more money, than John Henry Ford About wringing that thing, wringing that thing Let me tell you about it, about wringing that thing And the rooster crowed, and the hen looked around The bum-bum-biddly, going to carry you to town About wringing that thing, wringing that thing Let me tell you about it, about wringing that thing Now mama had a little dog, name was Ball Give him a lick, and he want it all About wringing that thing, wringing that thing Let me tell you about it, about wringing that thing Old Bill came in, about half past ten Key in the hole, but he couldn't get in About wringing that thing, wringing that thing Let me tell you about it, about wringing that thing