We're walking around the houseWe're walking around the
houseWe're looking for pigs and cowsJust walking
aroundWe're walking around the roomsWe're picking up
mops and broomsWe're sweeping away the gloomJust walking
aroundOh, yes we're walkingWe're really
walkingSometimes we're talkingBut now we're walking,
walking, walkingWe're walking around the chairsAvoiding
those grizzly bearsWhile singing 'bout old gray maresAnd
walking aroundWe're walking around the placeWe're
walking at our own paceI wouldn't say full of graceWe
bumble around