Lyrics

Puddin' head Jones was fat and funny Dumber than sticks and stones That is just why the kids all called him Woodenhead, Puddin' Head Jones Now he couldn't spell Constantinople Why he didn't know beans from bones Pencils and books, were never made for Woodenhead, Puddin' Head Jones Well the teacher told his mother she would take him right in hand And teach him a thing or two And like his older brother he began to understand He learned everything the teacher ever knew Now all of the kids the teacher carried Candy and ice cream cones Yeah but who do you think the teacher married Woodenhead, Puddin' Head Jones The boulevard of broken dreams, and here's Dean Janice to sing