Some burls are naturally round
And make dandy bowling balls for me.
Air-dried burls are the best, I've found,
But one day I dried impatiently.

Heat oh fry, temp was high when out I ran
To buy pies, canned Spam, and jam
Then roll strikes, that was my plan.

Vey, oy! house is burning down,
I think because of what I did do.
The fire boys gotta wet it down--
They're afraid neighbor's house will go too.

Heat oh fry, flames are high; from frying pan
To the fire go I when man,
FBI, finds my pot plants.

Bust-bust-bust-bust-bust-bust-bust.

Con churls like what's hangin' down,
Like to handle every schwing they see.
"Be my girl" is what they propound,
But I get 'em into B width
Shoes--first get their feet clipped,
Enroll 'em in the bowling team.

Enroll 'em in the bowling
Team and keep 'em rolling
Those balls and not those close to me.

Don't let no one roll those close to me.