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THE KINGSTON TRIO lyrics : "More Poems"

Them Sand Pickers:

How 'bout them sand pickers, ain't they grand? Sittin' on their haunches,

pickin' in the sand.
Pickin' in the wet sand. Pickin' in the dry. Pickin' 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? Sittin' in the sand a-pickin' 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? Kickin' them doggies in their

buns.
Kickin' them Afghans. Kickin' them mutts. Kickin' 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? Runnin' kickin' 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? Havin' they fun of gummen

their tummies.
Gummen them haunches out of they mind. Runnin' 'round shoutin', "It's tummy
gummen time!"

Lookit them tummy gummers, lurkin' in the yard, waitin' for a jelly belly, catch
it off guard.
Them hell-bent tummy gummers, ain't they dummocks? Runnin' 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!


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