Hey, won't you come around?
Hey, won't you come around?
The pots are paste and the table is set
The turkey is basted, I wish you all would come down
All way down
All way down
I know you like it when the milkman's only daughter
Fills his canisters with water
And just when he thinks he's got her, gets the slip
Hey, won't you come around?
Hey, won't you come around?
The pots are paste and the gravy is set
The turkey is basted, I wish you'd all come down
All way down
All way down
I know you like it when the old maid and her piners
In the three-stack ocean liners land
The fancy diamond miners get the slip