Some people fly over the ocean
Some people fly over the sea
But I always have had the notion
I'd like to have land under me.

My Bonnie is one of the sweetest
She has a bright spot on her nose
She powders her face evey minute
But her nose gets the most, I suppose.

Last night as I lay on my pillow
Last night as I lay on my bed
Last night as I lay on my pillow
I dreamed that my Bonnie was dead.

My Bonnie's a peach-bloom complexion
Her face it was lovely to see
One day she got caught in a rainstorm
O bring back her beauty to me.

My Bonnie lies under the auto
My Bonnie lies under the car
O please send somebody to help her
For it's lonesome out here where I are.

And the church group version of the Money Rolls In.

My mother's an apple-pie maker
My father he fiddles for tin
My sister scrubs floors for a livin'
O boys, how the money rolls in.


Source: "Parodology, Songs for Fun and Fellowship" by E. O Harbin, Cokesbury Press, 1927.


rich r