More verses:

Farmer took the bol weevil
Set him on a lump of ice,
Boll weevil said to the farmer,
"It's mighty cool and nice,
It'll be my home;
It'll be my home."

Boll weevil said to the farmer,
"Gonna swing right on your gate;
When I get through with the cotton,
Gonna sell that Cadillac Eight.
Jus' looking for a home;
Jus' looking for a home."

The farmer said to the merchant,
"Want to get a little meat and meal."
Merchant said, "Get out of here;
You got boll weevils in your field.
Jus' looking for a home;
Jus' looking for a home."

From J. H. Odum, who learned it from family, cotton mills, Columbus, GA.
Alton C. Morris, edit., 1950, "Folksongs of Florida," Univ. Florida.