Way down yonder by the forks of the branch
The old sow whistled and the little pigs danced
Burma Shave
Burma, Burma, Burma Shave
I bet I've seen a million rows of them little red poetic signs
Up and down the line
Come on, come on, one more time

Yonder goes Willie, he's passin' on a hill
He don't dress nice but he drives fit to kill
Burma Shave...
Giddy-up, giddy-up, tally-ho

Well my pappy ain't smart, he ain't good at quizzin'
But one thing he knows - how to keep ma his'n
Burma Shave...
Come on, come on, one more time

Roses are red and violets are blue
You chase me and so will I
Burma Shave...
Come on, come on - Unh-uh!