| G | C | G | |
| ROLY POLY, | eatin' corn n' | 'taters |
| D | |
| Hungry ev'ry minute of the | day |
| G | C | G | |
| ROLY POLY, | gnawin' on a | biscuit |
| D | G | |
| Long as he can | chew it, it's | OK. |
| C | |
| He can eat an apple pie |
| G | |
| An' | never even bat an eye |
| A | A7 | D | |
| He likes everything from | soup to | hay |
| G | C | G | |
| ROLY POLY, | daddy's little | fattie |
| D | G | |
| Bet he's gonna | be a man some- | day. |
| ROLY POLY, scrambled eggs for breakfast |
| Bread n' jelly twenty times a day |
| ROLY POLY, eats a hardy dinner |
| It takes lots of strength to run and play. |
| Pulls up weeds and does the chores |
| And he runs both ways to all the stores |
| He works up an appetite that way |
| ROLY POLY, daddy's little fattie |
| Bet he's gonna be a man someday. |