Paroles de Roly Poly

Roly Poly, eatin' corn and taters Hungry every minute of the day Roly Poly, knowin' all the biscuits As 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 a soup to hay Oh Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty Daddy's gonna be a man someday. --- Instrumental --- Roly Poly, scrambled eggs for breakfast Bread and jelly twenty times a day Roly Poly, eats a hard day dinner It takes a lot of strenght to run and play. He bowls up weeds and does the chores And run both ways to Holday's stores He waers up that apetite that way Hey Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty Daddy's gonna be a man someday...