Lyrics Roly Poly - Bob Wills, Bob Wills & His Texas Playboys & Texas Playboys

Oh, I thought we was going so good (me too)
I'm sorry
I thought, I thought it was right, didn't you?

Ah-ha, Roly-Poly, yes

Come in, Tommy

Roly-Poly, eatin' corn and 'taters
Hungry every minute of the day
Roly-Poly, gnawin' on a biscuit
As long as he can chew it, it's okay

He can eat an apple pie
And never even bat an eye
He likes everything from soup to hay
Roly-Poly, daddy's little fatty
Bet he's gonna be a man some day

Roly-Poly, scrambled eggs for breakfast
Bread and jelly twenty times a day (ah, now)
Roly-Poly eats a hearty dinner
It takes a lot of strength to run and play (yes, yes)

Pulls up weeds and does the chores
And he runs both ways to all the stores
He works up an appetite that way
Oh, Roly-Poly daddy's little fatty
Bet he's gonna be a man some day