Oh I was born one night one morn when the whistle went "toot, toot"
You can bake a steak or fry a cake when the mudpies 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?
Oh, you loop-de-loop in your noodle soup just to give your socks a shine.
I'm guilty judge, I ate the fudge. Three cheers for Old Lang Syne!
I cannot tell a lie. I hocked an apple pie.
It's on a tree beneath the sea above the bright blue sky.
Oh if Easter eggs don't wash their legs, their children will have ducks (quack, quack)
I'd rather buy a lemon pie for forty-seven bucks.
Way down in Barcelonia they jumped into the foamia
But that is all balonia, Paderewski, blow your horn (Toot, Toot)!
sj