Chorus:
Oh, there ain't no bugs on me,
There ain't no bugs on me;
There may be bugs on some of you mugs
But there ain't no bugs on me.
Well, the night was dark and stormy,
The air was full of sleet,
The old man joined the Ku Klux
And Ma she lost her sheet.
Chorus
Well, the Juney bug comes in the month of June
And the lightning bug in May,
Bed bug comes just any old time
But they're not going to stay.
Chorus
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Billy Sunday is a preacher,
His church is always full,
People come from miles around
To hear him shoot the bull.
Chorus
Well, the monkey swings from the end of his tail
And jumps from tree to tree,
There may be monkey in some of you guys
But there ain't no monkey in me.
Second Chorus:
Well, there ain't no flies on me,
There ain't no flies on me,
There may be flies on some of you guys
But there ain't no flies on me.
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