| Got a pollywog in your water |
| Tadpole in the moonshine vat |
| An' granddaddy-long-leg climbing on the screen |
| You better watch, you’re gonna squash him flat |
| Boll weevils in your cotton |
| And dirt-dauber busy building a nest |
| The red wasp’s gonna swoop down and get ya child |
| Won’t give you a minutes rest |
| (she's talkin 'bout) |
| Bugs! Everywhere you look there’s another kind of bug |
| Makes you want to get a club and clout’em |
| Yes everybody’s talking bout the worrysome bugs |
| But ain’t nobody doing nothing about 'em |
| Shooing the flies away from the table |
| Hiding under the quilting bed |
| The chiggers running wild in the blackberry bush |
| Yellow jackets swarmin' round your head |
| They’re coming to get your watermelon |
| Black ants marching in a long line |
| They’re lurking in the leaves of the strawberry patch |
| And climbing up the tomato vine |
| (she gonna tell you about) |
| Bugs! |
| Bugs! Everywhere you look there’s another type of bug |
| But if ya live in the delta ya got 'em |
| Here’s a sure fire way to pass the time of day |
| Fold you up a newspaper and swat 'em |
| Hey look its me with the DDT |
| Umm hmm, umm hmm |
| Aint they a mess, them worrysome pests |
| Umm hmm, umm umm hmm |