Old Dan Tucker

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Old Dan Tucker

Old Dan Tucker was a fine old man,
Washed his face in a frying pan,
Combed his head with a hickory stick
Laid down to die with a limber prick.

Chorus:

So get out the way old Dan Tucker,
Too late to get your supper,
Supper's over, dinner's cookin',
Old Dan Tucker's just standin' there lookin'.

Old Dan Tucker was a fine old soul
Buckskin belly and rubber asshole
Swallow a barrel of cider down
Then he shit all over town.

Old Dan Tucker climbed a tree
So goddamned drunk he could see
Stuck his pecker in a peckerwood hole
Couldn't get it out to save his soul.

Old Dan Tucker come to town
Flopping his pecker up and down
Says "I'm going to pull my pud.
The pussy in this down an't no damn good."
 


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