Roley Poley, gnawin' on a bisquit,
Hungry every minute of the day
Well now, Roley Poley eatin' corn 'n' 'taters,
Long 's he can chew it it's okay

He can eat an apple pie,
Never even bat an eye
Likes everything from soup to hay
Roley Poley, daddy's little fatty,
Bet he's gonna be a man someday

Roley Poley, scrambled eggs for breakfast,
Bread and jelly twenty times a day
Woah Roley Poley, eats a hardy dinner,
It takes lotsa strenght to run and play

Pulls up weeds and does the chores,
Runs both ways to all the stores
He works up an appetite that way,
Roley Poley, daddy's little fatty,
Bet he's gonna be a man someday