My father taught us:
I was working my way through the country
My name was Whiskey Jim
I stole a horse and buggy
The coppers turned me in
The judge he find me guilty
Said ninety days in jail
The coffee tastes like turpentine
The bread it was but stale
At si o'clock in the morning
I looked upon the wall
The cooties and the bedbugs
Were having a game of ball.
The score was six to nothing
The cooties were ahead
The bedbugs knocked a home run
and knocked me out of bed.

are there any recorded versions of something like this?