A preacher, he went huntin'. It was on a Sunday morn'. Of course it was against his religion. He took his gun along Shot some very fine quail. One little measly hare. On his way returning home.
Hey everybody, Mister Rufus is back. And I have another dance I know you're gonna like. You can't do the penguin, unless you shuffle your feet. When you do the funky penguin, I no sorry. . Chorus
Baby back, dressed in black. Silver buttons all down her back. High hose, tipsy toes. She broke the needle and she can't sew. . Walking the dog. I'm just walking the dog. If you don't know how
Honey, baby, I been told. You know how, shake the butter bowl. I got to see for myself. If you got any butter left Breakdown to the left. Breakdown to the right. Breakdown to the one. Gonna love