| Lyrics: | Follow the Band
My husband's a mason, a mason, a mason
My husband's a mason, a mason
is he
All day he lays bricks, he lays bricks,
He lays bricks
And at night he comes
home and drinks tea.
Hey rig-a-jig, kiss a little pig
Follow the band
Follow
the band with your tool in your hand
Hey rig-a-jig, kiss a little pig
Follow the
band
Follow, follow the band
My husband's a plumber, a plumber, a plumber
All
day he screws pipes, he screws pipes,
And at night he comes home and drinks tea
My
husband's a carpenter, a carpenter, a carpenter
All day he bangs boards, he bangs
boards
And at night he comes home and drinks tea
My husband's a jockey, a jockey, a
jockey
All day he mounts horses, he mounts horses
And at night he comes home and drinks
tea
My husband's a postman, a postman, a postman
All day he licks stamps, he licks
stamps
And at night he comes home and drinks tea
My husband's an executive, an
executive, an executive
All day he succeeds, he succeeds
And at night he comes home and
drinks tea
My husband's a folk singer, a folk singer, a folk singer
All day he plucks
strings, he plucks strings
And at night he comes home and drinks tea
My husband's a
loafer, a loafer, a loafer
All day he drinks tea, he drinks tea
And at night la da dada
dada
Note: or "Frig a little pig"
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