My husband sings this song in the car on road trips. I married someone whose whole family hails from Ohio. I'm a born and raised Texan, and had never ever heard this song before. It must be a Northern/Midwest creation! But obviously, he must have learned it wrong, because this is how he sings it: Oh I was born One night, one morn When the whistle went toot-toot! You can fry a cake and bake a snake When the mudpies are in bloom. Does six and six make nine? Does ice grow on a vine? There's old Black Joe, the Eskimo In the good ol' summertime!
A loop-de-loop in your noodle soup And your children will have ducks (Quack Quack) I'd rather have a lemon pie Than forty-seven bucks! Way down in Barcelonia I stepped into effonia (?) And this is all bolognia. Paderoowsky blow your horn! (toot toot, toot-n-toot-n-toot TOOT TOOT!)
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