The Dog The Flea And The Bumble Bee by Archie Harrod Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mary had a little dog
And Georgia was its name
Just a little poodle
But she loved him all the same
One day a flea and bumble bee
Got into Georgia's mane
And they went marchin' through Georgia
[Verse 2]
"Hurrah! Hurrah!"
Said the flea to the bumble bee
"Hurrah! Hurrah!
Let us start a jubilee"
They bit poor Georgia all the way
From Atlanta to the sea
Still they went marchin' through Georgia
[Verse 3]
Georgia nearly had a fit
He hoofed an awful hoof
First he did the merry-go-round
And then he loop-the-looped
He acted like a baby
With the colic and the croup
But they went marchin' through Georgia
[Verse 4]
"Hurrah! Hurrah!"
Said the bumble bee to the flea
"Hurrah! Hurrah!
Let us start a jubilee"
They took a whack at Georgia's back
And spoiled his pedigree
But they went marchin' through Georgia
[Verse 5]
Georgia tried a strangle hold
It was his only chance
But [?]
And threw him in a trance
They took a whack at Georgia's back
And tore his Sunday pants
But they went marchin' through Georgia
[Verse 6]
"Hurrah! Hurrah!"
Poor Georgia's end is near
The flea and the bee
Wound up that pup career
When Mary eats bologna now
She has to shed a tear
Thinking of her poor little Georgia
[Verse 7]
"Hurrah! Hurrah!"
Said the flee to the bumble bee
"Hurrah! Hurrah!
Let us give him the third degree"
They took a whack at Georgia's back
And spoiled his pedigree
Still they went marchin' through Georgia
Mary had a little dog
And Georgia was its name
Just a little poodle
But she loved him all the same
One day a flea and bumble bee
Got into Georgia's mane
And they went marchin' through Georgia
[Verse 2]
"Hurrah! Hurrah!"
Said the flea to the bumble bee
"Hurrah! Hurrah!
Let us start a jubilee"
They bit poor Georgia all the way
From Atlanta to the sea
Still they went marchin' through Georgia
[Verse 3]
Georgia nearly had a fit
He hoofed an awful hoof
First he did the merry-go-round
And then he loop-the-looped
He acted like a baby
With the colic and the croup
But they went marchin' through Georgia
[Verse 4]
"Hurrah! Hurrah!"
Said the bumble bee to the flea
"Hurrah! Hurrah!
Let us start a jubilee"
They took a whack at Georgia's back
And spoiled his pedigree
But they went marchin' through Georgia
[Verse 5]
Georgia tried a strangle hold
It was his only chance
But [?]
And threw him in a trance
They took a whack at Georgia's back
And tore his Sunday pants
But they went marchin' through Georgia
[Verse 6]
"Hurrah! Hurrah!"
Poor Georgia's end is near
The flea and the bee
Wound up that pup career
When Mary eats bologna now
She has to shed a tear
Thinking of her poor little Georgia
[Verse 7]
"Hurrah! Hurrah!"
Said the flee to the bumble bee
"Hurrah! Hurrah!
Let us give him the third degree"
They took a whack at Georgia's back
And spoiled his pedigree
Still they went marchin' through Georgia