P. Sluff

P as in potato S - L - U - F - F
Was a man who lived in Idaho
Far away from all the rest {of the world}
He had a beautiful farm
With a chicken and a cow and a horse
And lots of 78 records
In the barn of course
And every Sunday night
People gathered there
To dance while Mr P. Sluff called
From his rockin chair
He'd turn em to the left
Turn em to the right
But most of all he liked to
Rock em back and forth
Mr. P. Sluff rocked em back and forth
While rocking back and forth
Mr. P. Sluff rocked em back and forth
From his rockin chair
Now when he was a baby, P
Loved to be picked up
Especially when he was rocked
Back and forth by Mrs. Sluff
They named him Patrick Allen
But they called him P for short
Cause the first sound that he made was
“Puh” with a little snort
When he grew to seven
Kids would make fun of his name
But it didn’t bother him a bit
He liked it just the same
Cause it was the first letter of his
Favorite word “please”
And pick me up and rock me back and forth
Mr. P. Sluff rocked em back and forth
While rocking back and forth
Mr. P. Sluff rocked em back and forth
From his rockin chair
Turn to the left
Turn to the right
Yella wella helly welly are ya
When your baby's outasight
Doe-see-doe on down the line
And then you come back again
And don't forget to rock it back and forth
Now P. Sluff was an old man
All of eighty-four
But happy as a swing set when
He's rockin back and forth
But the day came when he died everybody cried
And gathered in the barn
On Sunday night to say goodbye
Then they put a record on
They all knew the steps
And they did a special curtsy
To P's old rockin chair
Then it began to rock gently back and forth
And gradually it rocked more and more and more
Mr. P. Sluff rocked em back and forth
While rocking back and forth
Mr. P. Sluff rocked em back and forth