Them sandpickers
How ′bout them sandpickers, ain't they grand?
Sittin′ on their haunches pickin' in the sand
Pickin' in the wet sand, pickin′ in the dry
Pickin′ it fiercely, look at it fly
Look at them sandpickers, ain't they slick?
Some use their fingers, some use a stick
Them seashore sandpickers, ain′t they fine?
Sittin' in the sand a-pickin′ up time
How to be a sandpicker, don't need a ticket
Find a bunch of sand, scoot down and pick it
Them dog-kickers
How ′bout them dog-kickers, ain't they crumbs?
Kickin' them doggies in they buns
Kickin′ them lapdogs, kickin′ them mutts
Kickin' them puppy dogs′ poor little butts
Look at them dog-kickers, ain't they cute?
Some use a shower shoe, some use a boot
Them damn dumb dog-kickers, ain′t they mean?
Runnin' around kickin′ every dog wot's seen
How to be a dog-kicker, don't need a ticket
Find an old dog, haul off and kick it
Them tummygummers
How ′bout them tummygummers, ain′t they dummies?
Havin' they fun a-gummin′ them tummies
Gummin' them paunches out of they mind
Runnin′ around shoutin' "It′s tummygummin' time"
Look at them tummygummers lurkin' in the yard
Waitin′ for a jelly belly, catch it off guard
Them hell-bent tummygummers, ain′t they dumb'ucks?
Runnin′ through the neighborhood gummin' them stomachs
How to be a tummygummer, no way to shun it
Grab the abdomen and rear off and gum it
Writer(s): Mason Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
