From the Official Troop 78 Song Book
Chorus:
Oh, they're always in the way,
The cows eat them for hay.
They hide the dirt in grandpa'''s shirt,
They're always in the way.
When grandpa was in the Army
And the captain cried "barrage!"
He wrapped his whiskers round himself
And called it camouflage.
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When grandpa goes to breakfast
And there's nothing left to eat,
He dips his whiskers in the milk
And calls it shredded wheat.
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When grandpa goes a fishing,
No fishing line needs he.
He throws his whiskers in the lake
And pulls out two or three
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Little sister Sue
When there's nothing left to do,
Hides behind his whiskers,
And listens to him chew.
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Grandpa owned a car,
It was a ford machine.
His whiskers came in handy
When straining gasoline.
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When Grandpa goes a swimming,
No swimming suit needs he.
He wraps his whiskers 'round his waist
And jumps in merrily.
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