(Ya Ya Roly)
(Ya Ya Poly)
 
There's a guy in this old town
I'm tellin' you a fact
He measures five feet up and down
And five feet front to back
He's a Roly Poly Baby
Pleasin' as [bad word] He's a Roly Poly Baby
Ton of Fun 
 
(They call him)
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly
Ya Ya Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
 
I remember as a child
When I went to the fair
I saw the roundest fattest lady
I've seen anywhere
Every time I think about her
Have to laugh out loud
Even with no one around her
She made a crowd
 
(They called her)
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly
Ya Ya Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
 
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe
And called for his bowl
And for his fiddlers three
While they fiddled
He would rock and rock until he'd roll
He was such a roly poly
Bless his old soul
 
(They called him)    
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly
Ya Ya Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
 
Ya Ya Roly 
Ya Ya Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly
Ya Ya Roly
Ya Ya Poly
Ya Ya Roly Poly