Of the lyrics on that record,
The ones that I remember are:

All around the cobbler's bench
The monkey chased the weasel
The monkey thought twas all in fun
Pop, goes the weasel.

Half a pound for tupenny rice,
Half a pound for treacle
That's the way the money goes,
Pop, goes the weasel

All around the streets of town
In and out of the easel
That's the way the money goes
Pop, goes the weasel.


It has been thirty years, probably, since I've heard it, so take it with a grain of salt--