Well I met old Satan in the lane
and I hit him in the head with a walkin' cane.
I'm goin' to wear that starry crown over there

Over there, over there,
I'm goin' to wear that starry crown, over there.
Well I got no skillet, I got no lid
Ashcake tastes like shortenin' bread!
I'm goin' to wear that starry crown over there.

Well I run old Satan through the door,
Hit him in the head with a two-by-four,
I'm goin' to wear that starry crown over there.

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Well I run ol' Satan round the stump
I give 'im a kick over every jump,
I'm goin' to wear that starry crown over there.

[Chorus]