As taught me by a bachelor uncle: I'm not too sure about the first four lines, but the rest was seared into my impressionable little mind. Knock, knock- Who's there? Open the door, Walk in. Whaddya want? A glass o' beer. Where's your money? In my pocket. Where's your pocket? In my pants. Where's your pants? At home. Get outta here, ya dirty bum! Chanted in a repetitive minor-third pattern (like nya-nya-nya-nya-nya) -HM
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