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(album: The Kingston Trio (Nick Bob John) - 1964)

[Them Sand Pickers:]

How 'bout them sand pickers, ain't they grand? Sitting on their haunches, picking in the sand
Picking in the wet sand. Picking in the dry. Picking it fiercely. Lookit fly
Lookit them sand pickers, ain't they slick? Some use their fingers. Some use a stick
Them seashore sand pickers, ain't they fine? Sitting in the sand a-picking up time
How to be a sand picker, don't need a ticket. Find a bunch of sand, stoop down and pick it

[Them Dog Kickers:]

How 'bout them dog kickers, ain't they crumbs? Kicking them doggies in their buns
Kicking them Afghans. Kicking them mutts. Kicking them puppies poor little butts
Lookit them dog kickers, ain't they cute? Some use a shower shoe. Some use a boot
Them dadgum dog kickers, ain't they mean? Running kicking every day that's seen
How to be a dog kicker, don't need a ticket. Find an old dog. Haul off and kick it

[Them Tummy Gummers:]

How 'bout them tummy gummers, ain't they dummies? Having they fun of gummen their tummies
Gummen them haunches out of they mind. Running 'round shouting, "It's tummy gummen time!"
Lookit them tummy gummers, lurking in the yard, waiting for a jelly belly, catch it off guard
Them hell-bent tummy gummers, ain't they dummocks? Running through the neighborhood, gummen them stomachs
How to be a tummy gummer, no way to shut it. Grab an abdomen and rear off and gum it