Lyrics:

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