What's with All the Commotion?

What's with all the commotion?
Skylarking in your dungarees
I just wanna gander at the tube
On my davenport
In my suspenders, slacks
And shirt sleeves

My veranda's chock full
Of lollygagging hoodlums
What the hey!
Get off my property!
But hay is for horses
And you almost got away
But close only counts in hand grenades
(And horseshoes!)

You can't cut the mustard
You're a yellow skunk
Have you lost your cotton-picking mind?
So put up your dukes for a knuckle sandwich
You get my dander up most every time
(I'll keeping sayin' it 'til the cows come home!)

What's with all the commotion?
Skylarking in your dungarees
I just wanna gander at the tube
On my davenport
In my suspenders, slacks
And shirt sleeves

Hogwash, poppycock, balderdash, and claptrap
You prattle on with jibber-jabber gobbledegook
Don't gimme no guff, malarkey, or bunk
You ain't got the sense God gave a goose

Out of all the yards in all the towns, you walk into mine
If I gave you any thought I might despise you
This ain't the beginning of a beautiful friendship
You don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world
(Play it again, Sam!)

What's with all the commotion?
Skylarking in your dungarees
I just wanna gander at the tube
On my davenport
In my suspenders, slacks
And shirt sleeves

I can't hear myself think in this unholy racket
What in the Sam Hill is going on?
If I want something out of you, I'll squeeze your head
But you can't get blood from a stone
(You can't win for losing!)

I'm plumb sick of monkeyshines and tommyrot
You're so full of beans you're eyes are brown
Everything from your pie-hole is a load of hooey
I'll kick your lily-livered carcass out of town
(It's all over but the shoutin'!)

What's with all the commotion?
Skylarking in your dungarees
I just wanna gander at the tube
On my davenport
In my suspenders, slacks
And shirt sleeves

In my suspenders, my slacks
And shirt sleeves