Lyrics:

Fare thee well, land of cotton
Cotton lisle is out of style
Honey child, jump for joy

Don't you grieve, little Eve
All the hounds I do believe have been killed
Ain't you thrilled? Jump for joy

Have you seen pastures groovy?
Oh, Green Pastures was just a Technicolor movie

When you stomp up to heaven
And you meet old Saint Pete
Tell that boy to jump for joy
Step right in, give Pete some skin and jump for joy