Lyrics:

Yonder comes-a Willie, he's a-passin' on a hill
He don't dress nice, but drives fit to kill
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
I bet I've seen a million rows
Of them little red poetic signs up and down like
Come on, come on 'n' get it, get it

Pappy ain't a smart, he ain't but a-quizzin'
But with one thing he knows how to keep ma his'n
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
I bet I've seen a million rows
Of them little red poetic signs up and down like
Come on, come on get it, get it

Way down yonder by the forks of the branch
The old sow whistles and the little pigs dance
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
I bet I've seen a million rows
Of them little red poetic signs up and down like
Come on, come on 'n' get it, get it

Roses are red, violets are blue
You chase me and I'll catch you
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
Burma Shave, Burma Shave
I bet I've seen a million rows
Of them little red poetic signs up and down like
Come on, come on 'n' get it, get it