sticks and stones will break my bones but always will be true
and when your mama's dead and gone i'll sing this lullabye just for you
and what becomes of all the little boys who never comb their hair
they're lined up all around the block on the nickel over there.
so you better bring a bucket, there's a hole in the pail
and if you don't get my letter then you'll know that i'm in jail
and what becomes of all the little boys who never say their prayers
they're sleepin' like a baby on the nickel over there.
and if you chew tobacco, wish upon a star
you'll find out where the scarecrows sit just like punchlines between the cars
and i know a place where a royal flush can never beat a pair
even thomas jefferson is on the nickel over there.
ring around a rosie, you're sleepin' in the rain
and you're always late for supper and man you let me down, let me down again
i thought i heard a mockingbird, roosevelt knows where
you can skip the light with grady tuck on the nickel over there.
so what becomes of all the little boys who run away from home
the world just keeps gettin' bigger, once you get out on your own
so here's to all the little boys, the sandman takes you where
you'll be sleepin' with a pillowman on the nickel over there.
so let's climb up through that button hole and we'll fall right up the stairs
and i'll show you where the short dogs grow on the nickel over there.
