When Pa was a little boy like me, 
He used bo go in swimmin' 
In swimmin', in swimmin', 
He used to go 'way up the creek 
Where there wasn't any fear of women. 
Of women, of women. 
One day some people came that way 
And stole poor pa's apparel, 
Apparel, apparel, 
And Pa stayed around in the water all day 
And at night came home in a barrel, 
In a Barrel, in a barrel, Poor Pa.