Текст песни Kingston Trio - More Poems
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Mason WilliamsThem Sand Pickers:How `bout them sand pickers, ain`t they grand? Sittin` on their haunches, pickin` in the sand.Pickin` in the wet sand. Pickin` in the dry. Pickin` it fiercely. Lookit fly.Lookit them sand pickers, ain`t they slick? Some use their fingers. Some use a stick.Them seashore sand pickers, ain`t they fine? Sittin` in the sand a-pickin` up time.How to be a sand picker, don`t need a ticket. Find a bunch of sand, stoop down and pick it!Them Dog Kickers:How `bout them dog kickers, ain`t they crumbs? Kickin` them doggies in their buns.Kickin` them Afghans. Kickin` them mutts. Kickin` them puppies poor little butts.Lookit them dog kickers, ain`t they cute? Some use a shower shoe. Some use a boot.Them dadgum dog kickers, ain`t they mean? Runnin` kickin` every day that`s seen.How to be a dog kicker, don`t need a ticket. Find an old dog. Haul off and kick it!Them Tummy Gummers:How `bout them tummy gummers, ain`t they dummies? Havin` they fun of gummen their tummies.Gummen them haunches out of they mind. Runnin` `round shoutin`, "It`s tummy gummen time!"Lookit them tummy gummers, lurkin` in the yard, waitin` for a jelly belly, catch it off guard.Them hell-bent tummy gummers, ain`t they dummocks? Runnin` through the neighborhood, gummen them stomachs.How to be a tummy gummer, no way to shut it. Grab an abdomen and rear off and gum it!