Yonder comes-a-Willie,
he's a-passin' on a hill He don't dress nice,
but he drives fit to kill Burma Shave,
Burma Shave Burma Shave,
Burma Shave I bet I've seen a million rows Of them little red poetic signs up and down the line Come on,
come on ‘n get it,
get it Pappy ain't as a smart;
he ain't good at quizzin' But one thing he knows,
how to keep ma his’n Burma Shave,
Burma Shave Burma Shave,
Burma Shave I bet I've seen a million rows Of them little red poetic signs up and down the line Come on,
come on ‘n get it,
get it Way down yonder by the forks of the branch The old sow whistled and the little pigs danced Burma Shave,
Burma Shave Burma Shave,
Burma Shave I bet I've seen a million rows Of them little red poetic signs up and down the line Come on,
come on ‘n get it,
get it Roses are red,
violets are blue You chase me and I'll catch you Burma Shave,
Burma Shave Burma Shave,
Burma Shave I bet I've seen a million rows Of them little red poetic signs up and down the line
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