Yakety yak, the reeds go wild,
Boots slap boardwalk, hound dogs cry;
Pickin’ like a freight train jumpin’ track,
Steel on my thumb, ash on my hat.
Chicken stole a biscuit, widow’s on my tail,
Slide me down the banister, out the jail;
Laughin’ like a fiddle that done forgot the words—
Yakety sax, y’all, keep runnin’ till the sky burns!