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