I had a dear old daddy, for whom I daily pray,
He had a set of whiskers that were always in the way.
Oh, they're always in the way, the cows eat them for hay,
the horses eat'em in their sleep, they think their eatin' shredded wheat,
they're always in the way.

Then something about
When we're sittin' ate the table,
All sittin' in a group,
My dear ole Daddy's whiskers are always in the soup.
Oh they're always in the way, the cows eat them for hay.....blablabla
I can't remember the rest-- something about being at the station, looking for a dime,
My dear ole Daddy whiskers were hidin' it all the time...