Sticks and stones will break my bones,
But I always will be true
And when your mama’s dead and gone,
I’ll sing this lullaby just for you
What becomes of all the little boys?
Who never comb their hair
They’re lined up all around the block,
On the Nickel over there
So you’d better bring a bucket,
There’s a hole in the pail
And if you don’t get my letter,
Then you’ll know that I’m in jail
So what becomes of all the little boys?
Who never say their prayers
They’re sleeping like a baby,
On the Nickel over there
And if you chew tobaccco,
And wish upon a star
You’ll find out where the scarecrows sit,
Just like punchlines between the cars
I know a place where a Royal Flush,
Can never beat a pair
And even Thomas Jefferson
Is on the Nickel over there
Ring around the rosie,
Sleeping in the rain
You’re always late for supper,
And man you let me down, let me down again
I thought I heard a mockingbird,
Roosevelt knows where
You can skip the light with Grady Tuck,
On the Nickel over there
So what becomes of all the little boys?
Who run away from home
The world just keeps gettin’ bigger,
Once you get out on your own
So hear’s to all the little boys,
The sandman takes you where
Sleeping with a pillow man,
On the Nickel over there
So climb up through that button hole,
And fall right up the stairs
I’ll show you where the short dogs grow,
On the Nickel, now, over there
