text: Sticks and stones will break my bones, but I always will be true
  And when your mamas dead and gone, Ill sing this lullaby just for you
  And what becomes of all the little boys who never comb their hair?
  Theyre lined up all around the block on the nickel over there
  So better bring a bucket, theres a hole in the pail
  And if you dont get my letter, then youll know that Im in jail
  What becomes of all the little boys who never say their prayers?
  Theyre sleepin like a baby on the nickel over there
  If you chew tobacco and wish upon a star
  Youll find out where the scarecrows sit just like punchlines between the cars
  I know a place where a royal flush can never beat a pair
  Even Thomas Jefferson is on the nickel over there
  So ring around the rosie, sleepin in the rain
  Youre always late for supper, man, you let me down, let me down again
  I thought I heard a mockingbird, Roosevelt knows where
  You can skip the light with Grady Tuck on the nickel over there
  So what becomes of all the little boys who run away from home?
  The world just keeps gettin bigger once you get out on your own
  So heres to all the little boys, the sandman takes you where
  Youre sleepin with a pillowman on the nickel over there
  So climb up through that buttonhole and fall right up the stairs
  And Ill show you where the short dogs grow
  On the nickel over there