Lyrics:
Now
Puddin Head Jones
Is fat and funny
Dumber than sticks and stones
Hmm...that is just why...
The kids all called him
Woodenhead Puddin Head Jones
Now he couldn't spell constantinople
And he didn't know beans from bones
Nor pencils or books
They were never made for
Woodenhead Puddin Head Jones
Now the teacher told his mother
She would take him right in hand
Teach him a thing or two
Like his older brother
He began to understand
She taught him how to
Boop-Oop-a-Doop
Bop!
All of the kids
To the teacher carried
Candy and ice cream cones
Listen!
Who'd you think the teacher married?
Woodenhead
Huh?
Puddin Head
How do you say?
Woodenhead
Puddin Head Jones
Ha!
