In the North they call us Rebels,. In the South they call us Yankees,. Because every other suckers born to do the hokey-pokey. With the skillet lickin' time keepers,.
Rats over the dishes, rats over the dishes. Please tell me what the ratties say. Please tell me what the ratties say. Rats over the dishes. . And God is certainly the genius.
Let it sing, let it cry and you roll out the carpets. No such thing, you mustn't pry. I'll hail to another confession. And it's losing me. . Where have all the merrymakers gone?.