Roly Poly eatin' corn and taters Hungry every minute of the day Roly Poly gnawin' on a biscuit Long as he can chew it it's okay
He can eat an apple pie And never even bat an eye He likes everything from soup to hay Whoa, Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty Bet he's going to be a man some day
Roly Poly, scrambled eggs for breakfast Bread and jelly twenty times a day Roly Poly, eats a hardy dinner It takes lots of strength to run and play
He pulls up weeds and does the chores And he runs both ways to all the stores He works up an appetite that way Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty Bet he's going to be a man some dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
