On the outskirts of town, there's a little night spot.
Dan dropped in about five o'clock.
Pulled off his coat, said "The night is short."
He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart.
He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with ya!
Rave on, cats," he cried.
"It's almost dawn, the cops are gone.
Let's all get Dixie fried."