| Roly Poly, eatin' corn and taters
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| Hungry every minute of the day
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| Roly Poly, knowin' all the biscuits
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| As long as he can chew it, it’s okay
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| He can eat an apple pie
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| And never even bat an eye
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| He likes everything from a soup to hay
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| Oh Roly Poly, daddy’s little fatty
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| Daddy’s gonna be a man someday
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Roly Poly, scrambled eggs for breakfast
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| Bread and jelly twenty times a day
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| Roly Poly, eats a hard day dinner
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| It takes a lot of strenght to run and play
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| He bowls up weeds and does the chores
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| And run both ways to Holday’s stores
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| He waers up that apetite that way
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| Hey Roly Poly, daddy’s little fatty
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| Daddy’s gonna be a man someday… |