"Pay no attention to the man with the banjo!"
Grab a fence post, hold it tight
Womp your partner with all your might.
Hit him in the shin, hit him in the head,
Hit him again, the critter ain't dead.
Wop him low and wop him high, Stick your finger in his eye.
Pretty little rhythm, pretty little sound,
Bang your heads against the ground.
(Bugs continues to fiddle away.)
Promenade all around the room,
Promenade like a bride and groom.
(Bugs leads the boys to a hay baler machine. He opens a door in the machine for them to enter.)
Open up the door and step right in,
Close the door and into a spin.
Whirl, whirl, twist and twirl,
(Bugs throws a switch, turning on the baler.)
Jump all around like a flyin' squirrel.
Now don't you cuss and don't you swear,
Just come right out and form a square.