Peepin’ through the knot-hole of Grandpa’s wooden leg–
Who will wind the clock while I’m away, away,
Go get the ax, there’s a hair on George’s chin,
And a boy’s best friend is his mother, his mother.
Lookin’ from a window, a second story window,
Why do they build the shore so near the ocean, the ocean?
A snake’s belt always slips just because he has no hips,
And his waist line is just below his neck tie, his neck tie.
The horses run around, their feet are on the ground,
Oh, who will wind the clock while I’m away, away.
Go get the Listerine, Sister wants a beau,
And we hope Grandma’s teeth will soon fit Danny, fit Danny.