Old Joe Clark he had a house, six-teen sto-ries high
Ev-ery sto-rey in that house was filled with chick-en pie.
Round and round Old Joe Clarke, round and round I say
Round and Round Old Joe Clarke, I ain't got long to stay.
Old Joe Clarke's a mean old man, Mean as he can be
Knocked me down with his right hand, Walked all over me
When Old Joe Clarke comes to my door, He treats me like a pup,
He runs my beardogs under the floor and drinks my whiskey up.
He puts his banjoe in my hands, And tells me what to play
Dances with my pretty little girl till the break of day.