Walkie in the Parlor Well, first they made the Earth, Then they made the sky, Then they made the little clouds And hung 'em up there to dry And then they made the Moon above, Made the Sun to shine, Then they made the little stars From pretty babies' eyes. cho: Walkie in the parlor, boys, Walkie in I say Walkie in the parlor, boys, And hear the banjo play. Walkie in the parlor, boys, And hear the banjo ring And watch my honey's fingers As she picks upon the strings. Well, next they made the possum And then they made the quail, And then they made the old raccoon With a ring around his tail. Then they made Mr. Elephant So big and large and stout, But you know that he was not satisfied Until he got his snout. Then they made old Adam Laid him out on the ground And they gave him a dose of laudanum Just to make him sleep so sound. Then they took a couple of ribs All from old Adam's side And they made him a nice young Irish girl For to be his loving bride. Rcorded by Art Thieme, The Older I Get.. WH, AT APR99
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