Hey, Roly-Poly,
eating corn and taters,
hungry every minute of the day.
Roly-Poly,
gnawing on a biscuit,
long as he can chew it, it's okay.
He can eat an apple pie and never even bite an eye,
he likes everything soupy.
Roly-Poly,
daddy's little fatty,
bet he's gonna be a man someday.
Yeah,
thank nothing of it,
friends,
it's only Roy Nichols on the standard guitar.
And Mr. Norman Hamlet.
And brother Alex Boucher.
Roly-Poly, scrambled eggs for breakfast,
bread and jelly 20 times a day.
Roly-Poly, eats the hearty dinner,
it takes love and strength to run and play.
Pulls up weeds and does the chores,
runs both ways to all the doors,
he works up an appetite that way.
Roly-Poly, daddy's little fatty,
bet he's gonna be a man someday.