Barbara,

How about:

Gather 'round people, 'bout to sing this song,
Goin' to St. Louis and it won't be long.

CHO:
I'm wild about my lovin', I like to have my fun.
If you wanna be a woman of mine,
You've got to bring it with you when you come.

Hello Central, what's a'matter with that line?
I want to talk to that Molly Brown of mine.

Don't want no sugar, in my tea,
'Cause the girl I love is sweet enough for me.

A'int no fireman, I ain't no fireman's son,
But I can keep you warm 'til the fireman comes.

Ain't no doctor, I ain't no doctor's son,
But I can make you feel good, 'til the doctor comes.

Words from memory of 60's or 70's jug band recording. Perhaps I can find it later.

However, the thread may be referring to a Smother's Brothers song/routine. Is this it, Joe?

My old man's a sailor, now whaddya think about that?
He wears a sailor's collar, he wears a sailor's hat.
He wears a sailor's raincoat, he wears a sailor's shoes.

And every Saturday evening, he reads the Sunday news.

CHO:
And some day, if I can,
I'm gonna be a sailor, just like my old man.

They move through occupations to "Cotton pickin', finger lickin', chicken plucker." e.g.

My old man's a cotton pickin', finger lickin', chicken plucker, Now whaddya think about that?

Roger in Baltimore