What's with All the Commotion?
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What’s with all the commotion? Skylarking in your dungarees I just wanna gander at the tube on my davenport In my suspenders, slacks, and shirt sleeves My veranda’s chock fill of lollygagging hoodlums What the hey! Get off my property! But hay is for horses and you almost got away But close only counts in hand grenades (and horseshoes!) You can’t cut the mustard, you’re a yellow skunk Have you lost your cotton-picking mind? So put up your dukes for a knuckle sandwich You get my dander up most every time I’ll keeping sayin’ it ‘til the cows come home! What’s with all the commotion? Skylarking in your dungarees I just wanna gander at the tube on my davenport In my suspenders, slacks, and shirt sleeves Hogwash, poppycock, balderdash, and claptrap You prattle on with jibber-jabber gobbledegook Don’t gimme no guff, malarkey, or bunk You ain’t got the sense God gave a goose Out of all the yards in all the towns, you walk into mine If I gave you any thought I might despise you This ain’t the beginning of a beautiful friendship You don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world Play it again, Sam! What’s with all the commotion? Skylarking in your dungarees I just wanna gander at the tube on my davenport In my suspenders, slacks, and shirt sleeves I can’t hear myself think in this unholy racket What in the Sam Hill is going on? If I want something out of you, I’ll squeeze your head But you can’t get blood from a stone (You can't win for losing!) I’m plumb sick of monkeyshines and tommyrot You’re so full of beans you’re eyes are brown Everything from your pie-hole is a load of hooey I’ll kick your lily-livered carcass out of town It’s all over but the shoutin’! What’s with all the commotion? Skylarking in your dungarees I just wanna gander at the tube on my davenport In my suspenders, slacks, and shirt sleeves In my suspenders, slacks, and shirt sleeves