Down on the farm we had a pig
J. Edgar was his name
he'd eat up all our vegetables
and start up o'er again
just like them vacuum cleaners they sell down in the lane
well that's how J. Edgar Hoover got his name
now momma baked a cherry pie and set it out to cool
so we'd have something good to eat when we got home from school
J. Edgar climbed up on that porch and ate up all that pie
when we got home that' mornin' we heard our mamma cry
J. Edgar J. Edgar just look what you've done
you ate up that cherry pie, it was for everyone
we made it through the dusters, and the hoppers too
but God help us J. Edgar, cuz nothings safe from you
we had an extra man named bob he wouldnt work a lick
he drank that moonshine liquour and it always made him sick
we rode to church on sunday, and stayed a while in town
when we got home that suppertime, poor bob could not be found
he wasn't in the parlour, and he wasnt in the lane
drinkin' in the pantry, or sleepin' in the hay
his hat was in the pig pen, that he always wore
poor bob won't be drinking moonshine liquor any more
J. Edgar J. Edgar it just dont seem fair
you ate bob our hired hand while we were at prayer
lets say a prayer for old bob, and our country too
God help us J. Edgar, for nothings safe from you
J. Edgar was his name
he'd eat up all our vegetables
and start up o'er again
just like them vacuum cleaners they sell down in the lane
well that's how J. Edgar Hoover got his name
now momma baked a cherry pie and set it out to cool
so we'd have something good to eat when we got home from school
J. Edgar climbed up on that porch and ate up all that pie
when we got home that' mornin' we heard our mamma cry
J. Edgar J. Edgar just look what you've done
you ate up that cherry pie, it was for everyone
we made it through the dusters, and the hoppers too
but God help us J. Edgar, cuz nothings safe from you
we had an extra man named bob he wouldnt work a lick
he drank that moonshine liquour and it always made him sick
we rode to church on sunday, and stayed a while in town
when we got home that suppertime, poor bob could not be found
he wasn't in the parlour, and he wasnt in the lane
drinkin' in the pantry, or sleepin' in the hay
his hat was in the pig pen, that he always wore
poor bob won't be drinking moonshine liquor any more
J. Edgar J. Edgar it just dont seem fair
you ate bob our hired hand while we were at prayer
lets say a prayer for old bob, and our country too
God help us J. Edgar, for nothings safe from you