While lookin' out the window, the second story window,
I Slipped and spraind my eyebrow on the pavement (woops, boom, ow)
Go fetch a rope, for to slice the loaf of bread,
For a boy's best friend is his moooother. (his moooooother!)

While looking through the knothole in Grandad's wooden leg,
Who'll wind the clock when I'm away (far awaaaaaaay)
Go fetch an axe, there's a flea on Lizzie's ear,
And a boy's best friend is his mooooother! (his moooooother!)