My mom taught me this song when I was a kid in the 40's. We lived in Arkansas and then moved to Texas.

I woke up one Sunday morning, and looked upon the wall,
the spiders and the bedbugs were havin' a game of ball,
the score was 19 to 20, the bedbugs were ahead,
the spiders knocked a homerun, and knocked me out of bed.

O how in the heck can I wash my neck, if it aint gonna rain no more,
O how in the heck can I wash my neck, if it aint gonna rain no more.

I went downstairs to breakfast, the toast was very hard,
the coffee taste like tobacco juice, and the butter taste like lard.

Repeat refrain.

Never knew where it came from and I always wanted to know the full version.