My mother sang it to me like this:

The horses run around, their feet are on the ground,
oh who will wind the clock when I'm away, away.
A snake's belt always slips, just because he has no hips.
And a boy's best friend is his mother, no other!

Looking out a window, a second story window,
I fell and sprained my eyebrow on the pavement, the pavement.
Go get the axe, there's a hair on baby's chest!
And a boy's best friend is his mother, no other!

Does spearment lose its flavor on the bedpost overnight?
We feed the baby garlic so we find him without light.
Quick! Get the listerine, sister's got a beau!
And a boy's best friend is him mother, no other.