Old Dan Tucker’s a fine old man,
Washed his face in a frying pan,
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel,
Died with a toothache in his heel.
Get out the way Old Dan Tucker,
You’re to late to come for supper.
Supper’s over and dinner’s cookin’,
Old Dan Tucker just stands there lookin’.
Old Dan Tucker’s ten feet tall,
Sleeps in the kitchen with his feet in the hall.
He’s got a brother who’s three foot two,
Sleeps inside a worn out shoe.
Words and music © Simon Mayor & Hilary James
Illustrations by Hilary James