I remember my parents singing this song when I was a kid. I have never forgot it.

Oh, I was born one night one morn when the whistle went "Ding Dong."
You can bake a steak or fry a cake when the mud pies are in bloom.
Does six and six make nine? Does ice grow on a vine?
Is Old Black Joe an Eskimo In the Good Old Summertime?

You can loop-de-loop in your noodle soup just give your socks a shine.
I'm guilty, judge. I stole the fudge. Three cheers for Auld Lang Syne!
I cannot tell a lie. I hawked an apple pie.
It's on a tree beneath the sea above the bright blue sky.

Oh, they call me King Napoleon but I'm not him at all.
I come from South Dakota, way down by old Saint Paul.
I'll sue them all for slander. I'll make them all repent.
For how can I be Bonaparte When I'm the President?

Oh, If Easter eggs would shave their legs, their children would have ducks. (Quack, quack!)
I'd rather buy a lemon pie for forty-seven bucks. (Too Much!)
Way down in Barcelonia they fell into the foamia
Now that is all balonia. Paderewski blow your horn. (Toot, toot!)