The song caused a stir when an overzealous ethnomusiclogist from Pocatello, Idaho claimed that a single extent verse was discovered under the dessicated seat of a long discarded Whizzer:
"there's no flap when i slap my pap
cause we gotta romp right down to our stomps
i gotta a hankerin' let's get to spankerin'
pap's gonna get it tonight"
The piece was later determined to be a forgery, a sad hoax foisted on a credulous public by a descendant of Miss Tipping, one Effamira LaDuc (pictured right) who relentlessly dwelled in sad daydream, a reverie of the unfettered freedom of a jazz baby . <<<<<