Lyrics

Peepin’ through the knot-hole of grandpa’s wooden leg
Who’ll wind the clock when I am gone?
Go get the ax, there’s a flea in Lizzie’s ear,
And a boy’s best friend is his mother.

Peepin’ through the knot-hole of Grandpa’s wooden leg
Why do they build the shore so near the ocean?
Who cut the sleeves out of dear old daddy’s vest
And dug up Fido’s bones to build the sewer?

A horsey stood around with his feet upon the ground,
Who’ll wind the clock when I am gone?
Go get the ax, there’s a fly in Lizzie’s ear
And a boy’s best friend is his mother.

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