Cinderella Jackson from a town in Minnesota
Had four different fella friends who used to come to court her
One was a barber man, another was a baker
The third a railroad porter and the fourth an undertaker
The barber, he was sharp and keen; the baker had the dough
The porter was a sport; the undertaker was dead slow.
Each man of the four thought he was better than the rest
She had to choose the one she loved the best.
Which of them would Cinderella wed?
“I’ll tell you this,” our Cinderella said.

“I don’t mind talkin’ and I don’t mind walkin’
with the baker man, that’s true
I like to croon and I like to spoon with the railroad porter too
I squeeze the barber when he comes around
and I call him precious lamb
But there ain’t nothin’ doin’ at all with the undertaker man.”

After Cinderella made her candid declaration
The undertaker soon awoke from his imagination
There sat the barber man, the baker and the porter
All laughing ‘cuz the undertaker couldn’t come to court her.
The undertaker felt real hurt and said, “Well listen, men
You all may laugh and mock me, but I’ll get her in the end!”
She said, “You haven’t got a chance and you will surely find
That you can never, ever change my mind.
Marry you? Not ever in my life
Will I consent to be your wedded wife.”

“I don’t mind talkin’ and I don’t mind walkin’
with the baker man, that’s true
I like to croon and I like to spoon with the railroad porter too
I squeeze the barber when he comes around
and I call him precious lamb
But there ain’t nothin’ doin’ at all with the undertaker man.
No, there ain’t nothin’ doin’ at all with the undertaker man.”