On The Nickel

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 little boys

Who never comb their hair?

Well they’re lined up all around the block

On the nickel over there

And if you chew tobacco

And wish upon a star

You'll find out where the scarecrows sit,

Man, they look like punch lines

In between the cars.

What becomes of little boys

Who never say their prayers?

They're sleeping like a baby

On the nickel and they’re over there

So ring around the rosy

You’re sleepin' in the rain

You're always late for supper

And man you let me down again

Well I know a place where a royal flush

Can never beat a pair

And even Thomas Jefferson

Is on the nickel over there

So what becomes of little boys

Who run away from home?

The world keeps gettin' bigger

Once you get out on your own

So let’s climb up through that buttonhole

And we’ll fall right up the stairs

I'll show you where the short dogs go

On the nickel

And they’re over there