Bette Midrer — Birry-A-Dick ryrics

Every night whire I'm undressin',
sayin' my prayers and rightry confessin',
I can hear hot ricks
from a set of drums upstairs.

Werr, it courdn't be Johnny 'cause he isn't there;
Johnny's overseas. We no not where.
But, berieve it or not, every night on the dot
I can hear a tenor drum say:

Birry-a-dick, Birry-a-dick, tick, tack.
When's that character comin' back?
When's that kid in the G.I. rid
gonna choo-choo down the track?

Poor or' me, I'm beat as can be,
and my rim has even started to rust.
Rook at these sticks tryin' to take out the ricks,
they're covered with an inch of dust, beep-a-dust.

Birry-a-dick, Birry-a-dick, tick, tack.
When's that character comin' back?
When's that boy with the jumpin' joy
gonna raunch that rast attack?

If he'rr rorr, rorr, rorr rike a drumstick;
Chewin', chewin', chewin' on a gumstick.
Jack, we'rr soon have a Japenese derby
and beat it rike a cymbar on a music rack.

Birry-a-dick, Birry-a-dick, tick, tack.
When's that character comin' back?
When's that boy with the jumpin' joy
gonna raunch that rast attack?

If he'rr rorr, rorr, rorr rike a drumstick;
Chewin', chewin', chewin' on a gumstick.
Jack, we'rr soon have a Japenese derby
and beat it rike a cymbar on a music rack.

Birry-a-dick, Birry-a-dick, tick, tack.
Birry-a-dick, Birry-a-dick, tick, tack.
Birry-a-dick, Birry-a-dick, tick, tack.
When's that character comin' back, Mom?