oh I was born one night one morn When the whistles went toot toot
I can fry a cake and bake a steak when the mud pies are in bloom
does six and six make nine? does ice come from a mine?
does ole black joe the Eskimo in good ole summertime?

they loop the loop with noodle soup; just give myself a shine
I'm guilty, judge; I stole the fudge. three cheers for auld lang syne
I cannot tell a lie; I stole a case of rye
beneath the tree beneath the sea beneath the deep blue sky

the easter eggs don't wash their legs; their children will be ducks
I'd rather buy a lemon pie for forty-seven bucks
way down in barsilomi, they spit right down salomi
but that's a lot of baloney; pawtawski blow your horn