My dad used to sing this tune to we kids in the 1950s. He learned it at San Francisco, Boy Scouts in the late 1920s I think. He knew a few crazy song that really made a hit with us.
The horses run around, their feet are on the ground
Who will wind the clock when I'm away... away.
Go get the Listerine, sister's got a beau.
Oh, I hope that grandma's teeth will soon fit Jenny, fit Jenny.

Lookin through the knothole, on grandpa's wooden leg,
Why do they build the shore so near the ocean. the ocean
A snakes belt always slips, just because he has no hips,
and his belt line is just below his neck tie, his neck tie.

Lookin through a window, a second story window,
I slipped and sprained by eyebrow on the pavement, the pavement,
Go get the axe, there's a hair on baby's chin,
Oh a boy's best friend is his mother, his mother.

She spanked him with a shingle, and made his panties tingle,
Because he socked his little baby brother, his brother,
Runnin down the lane, with his britches full of pain,
Oh a boy's best friend is his mother, his mother.