Burma Shave - The Everly Brothers

Yonder comes-a Willie, he’s a-passin' on a hill

He don’t dress nice, but drives fit to kill

Burma Shave, Burma Shave

Burma Shave, Burma Shave

I bet I’ve seen a million rows

Of them little red poetic signs up and down like

Come on, come on ‘n get it, get it

Pappy ain’t a smart, he ain’t but a-quizzin'

But with one thing he knows how to keep ma his’n

Burma Shave, Burma Shave

Burma Shave, Burma Shave

I bet I’ve seen a million rows

Of them little red poetic signs up and down like

Come on, come on get it, get it

Way down yonder by the forks of the branch

The old sow whistles and the little pigs dance

Burma Shave, Burma Shave

Burma Shave, Burma Shave

I bet I’ve seen a million rows

Of them little red poetic signs up and down like

Come on, come on ‘n get it, get it

Roses are red, violets are blue

You chase me and I’ll catch you

Burma Shave, Burma Shave

Burma Shave, Burma Shave

I bet I’ve seen a million rows

Of them little red poetic signs up and down like

Come on, come on ‘n get it, get it