Ya pick him up, ya lick him down
And he bounce right back!
What a hard man Fe dead!
Well they say that kind of life, well
This man got ninety nine lives
And boy walk by
The track of the teeth
Take all the fried fish
They caught in the sea.
Yes, they also got six quarts of
Rum, settin' down and waiting for
The night life to come
The last time I heard them say
That this man was dead,
They got a block of ice and
They laid it up on his head.
Now the procession makes to the
The cemetery and the old man
Don't you bury me!
Lick him up, your pick him up
You bounce right back.
What a hard man Fe dead!
Well, boy by the
Track of the teeth
And all the friend fish
They caught in the sear.
They also got six quarts of run,
Settin' down and waiting for the
Night life to come.
The last time I heard them say
That this man was dead,
They got a block of ice and they laid
It up on his head.
Now the procession makes to the
Cemetery, the man Hollered out
Don't you bury me!
They drop the box and run
What's all the fun!
What a hard man Fe dead!
Ya pick him up, ya lick him down
And bounce right back!
What a hard man Fe dead
Hard man Fe dead