Lyrics
Rolling, rolling, rolling the dung. (Phwoar!)
Rolling, rolling, rolling the dung. (Phwoar!)
Rolling, rolling, rolling all day long,
Rolling ’til the setting of the sun.
There she goes! Hold your nose!
Picking up the dung lying on the ground.
She’s so small to push that ball.
How does she do it? It’s very clever!
Rolling, rolling, rolling the dung. (Phwoar!)
Rolling, rolling, rolling the dung. (Phwoar!)
Rolling, rolling, rolling all day long,
Rolling ’til the setting of the sun.
Don’t be shocked. Do not mock,
’Cos it’s what a dung beetle does all day.
Cleaning up a load of muck: How does she do it? It’s very clever!
Rolling, rolling, rolling the dung. (Phwoar!)
Rolling, rolling, rolling the dung. (Phwoar!)
Rolling, rolling, rolling all day long,
Rolling ’til the setting of the sun.
(Phwoar!)