Dashing through the mud
In a one-horse chevrolet
O'er the fields we go
Sniffing all the way
Mel’s job isn’t to sing
His voice is a fright
What fun it is to sniff out the smell
Of a one legged inmate’s scent, Oh
Jingle your keys
That makes inmates pee
Oh! what fun it is track
A one-legged inmate's scent. Hey!
Jingle bells, the (escaped) inmate’s smell
Is the scent I need my nose to tell
Me where his tracks (are)
A one-legged inmate’s scent.
A day or two ago
I thought I saw him leave
And soon, Miss Fanny Bright
Was seated by his side,
The horse was lean and lank
Misfortune seemed his lot
He got into a drifted bank
And then we got upsot.[a]
(and that’s how we caught him)
A day or two ago,
The story I must tell
I went out in the mud,
And on my back I fell;
A gent was riding by
In a one-horse Chevrolet,
He laughed as there I sprawling lie,
But quickly drove away
More horsepower, and take off at full speed:
Now the ground is goo
Go it while you're young,
Take the girls tonight
and sing this escaping song;
Just have a shiv on display
Two forty as his speed[b]
Hitch him to a Chevrolet
And crack! you'll take the lead.
( our inmate didn’t do that. That’s why I caught him!)
C.: Score! We hit the Jackpot this time, y’all! All these kitchen utensils d.c.'s neighbor threw out on his yard as our payment for caroling will come in handy when we decide to cook or Christmas dinner. Let’s go to the next house and see what they decide to pay us with!
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