Bob Wills and Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys - Roly Poly

Ah ha
Roly Poly, yeah

(Come in, Tommy)
Roly Poly, eatin' corn and taters (yeah)
Hungry every minute of the day (ah)
Roly poly, gnawin' on a biscuit
Long as he can chew it, it's okay
He can eat an apple pie
And never even bat an eye
He likes everything from soup to hay
Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty
Bet he's gonna be a man someday

(Ah)

Roly Poly, scrambled eggs for breakfast
Bread and jelly 20 times a day (ah)
Roly Poly, eats a hearty dinner
It takes lots of strength to run and play (yes, yes)
Pulls up weeds and does the chores
And he runs both ways top all the stores
He works up an appetite that way
Oh, Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty
Bet he's gonna be a man someday

Written by:
Fred Rose

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