More Poems — текст песни (Kingston Trio)

Mason Williams

Them 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!