| Yonder comes-a Willie, he’s a-passin' on a hill
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| He don’t dress nice, but drives fit to kill
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| Burma Shave, Burma Shave
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| Burma Shave, Burma Shave
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| I bet I’ve seen a million rows
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| Of them little red poetic signs up and down like
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| Come on, come on ‘n get it, get it
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| Pappy ain’t a smart, he ain’t but a-quizzin'
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| But with one thing he knows how to keep ma his’n
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| Burma Shave, Burma Shave
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| Burma Shave, Burma Shave
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| I bet I’ve seen a million rows
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| Of them little red poetic signs up and down like
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| Come on, come on get it, get it
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| Way down yonder by the forks of the branch
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| The old sow whistles and the little pigs dance
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| Burma Shave, Burma Shave
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| Burma Shave, Burma Shave
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| I bet I’ve seen a million rows
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| Of them little red poetic signs up and down like
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| Come on, come on ‘n get it, get it
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| Roses are red, violets are blue
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| You chase me and I’ll catch you
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| Burma Shave, Burma Shave
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| Burma Shave, Burma Shave
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| I bet I’ve seen a million rows
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| Of them little red poetic signs up and down like
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| Come on, come on ‘n get it, get it |