[Verse 1]
Way out in the country where the friendly folks meet
You can usually find a fellow called Thumb Pick Pete
He got a five string banjo pick on his thumb
And makes a lot of music with his pinga-panga-pumb

[Chorus]
(Yeah), They call him Thumb Pick Pete
(Oh), Ain't that music sweet
(Ahh), Why don't you come on Pete
Yeah, pick a little music while we shuffle our feet

[Verse 2]
Well he don't read a note but he never missed a beat
He just sits there a-pickin' for the shuffling feet
Well they don't pay him money 'cause his music ain't for sale
And a Dominicker chicken is a union scale

[Chorus]
(Yeah), They call him Thumb Pick Pete
(Oh), Ain't that music sweet
(Ahh), Why don't you come on Pete
Yeah, pick a little music for the shuffling feet

[Verse 3]
When the moon is rising and the night is still
Well the notes come a-ringin' off-a banjo hill
Ole Pete's got the five string wound up tight
And he might keep a-pickin' 'til broad daylight
[Chorus]
(Yeah), They call him Thumb Pick Pete
(Oh), Ain't that music sweet
(Ahh), Why don't you come on Pete
Yeah, pick a little music while we shuffle our feet

[Verse 4]
When they call ole Pete through the golden gate
Well I think I got it figured what'll be his fate
St. Peter gonna greet him with a big wide grin
Say, "Pick up your banjo and come right in"

[Chorus]
(Yeah), They call him Thumb Pick Pete
(Oh), Ain't that music sweet
(Ahh), Hey, come on Pete
Now, pick a little music while we shuffle our feet