Sticks and stones will break my bones,

But I always will be true

And when your mama's dead and gone,

I'll sing this lullaby just for you

What becomes of all the little boys?

Who never comb their hair

They're lined up all around the block,

On the Nickel over there

So you'd better bring a bucket,

There's a hole in the pail

And if you don't get my letter,

Then you'll know that I'm in jail

So what becomes of all the little boys?

Who never say their prayers

They're sleeping like a baby,

On the Nickel over there

And if you chew tobaccco,

And wish upon a star

You'll find out where the scarecrows sit,

Just like punchlines between the cars

I know a place where a Royal Flush,

Can never beat a pair

And even Thomas Jefferson

Is on the Nickel over there

Ring around the rosie, 

Sleeping in the rain

You're always late for supper,

And man you let me down, let me down again

I thought I heard a mockingbird,

Roosevelt knows where

You can skip the light with Grady Tuck, 

On the Nickel over there

So what becomes of all the little boys?

Who run away from home

The world just keeps gettin' bigger,

Once you get out on your own

So hear's to all the little boys,

The sandman takes you where

Sleeping with a pillow man,

On the Nickel over there

So climb up through that button hole,

And fall right up the stairs

I'll show you where the short dogs grow,

On the Nickel, now, over there