Here come the Harvest Buns, A belly-full for everyone. Clipped in rows They're dominoes, They're sick as a pig When morning comes. Round bum bum. Flesh gun gun. Spin we go With a hi-de-ho With a knee in the place where the hero roamed! Here come the Harvest Buns, A belly-full for everyone. Clipped in rows They're dominoes, They're sick as a pig When morning comes.