Yonder comes-a Willie, he's a-passin' on a hill He don't dress nice, but drives fit to kill Burma Shave, Burma Shave Burma Shave, Burma Shave I bet I've seen a million rows Of them little red poetic signs up and down like Come on, come on
Yonder comes-a Willie, he's a-passin' on a hill He don't dress nice, but drives fit to kill Burma Shave, Burma Shave Burma Shave, Burma Shave I bet I've seen a million rows Of them little red poetic signs up and down like Come on, come on