Pass the pen there Billy Bob,
and I'll write us up a song.
Perhaps I'll pen a sonet,
if the melody sitts all wrong.
Hand me down a
on,
and I'll draw a mighty oak.
Of all my brother masons.
I'm he quickest with a joke.
Catch me in the bright light,
You'll see my shapes shaped to please.
If I shake my trousers down,
I'm hung just above my knees.
You may have trouble,
justa catch'n your breath
when you hear my weighty name.
I'm the one who told ya,
told ya so.
They call me, puddin taine
Yea they call me , puddin taine.