Gene, Gene, made a machine Joe, Joe, made it go Art, Art, let a fart And blew the whole damn thing apart. Yankee Doodle went to town Riding on a turtle Turned the corner just in time To see a lady's girdle. While shepherds washed their socks by night All seated round the tub A bar of Ivory soap fell down And they began to scrub. He had an apartment in front And she had a flat behind. And from Allan Sherman: On top of old Smokey All covered with hair Of course I'm referring To Smokey the bear.
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