Naughty
I ain’t a-goin’ to wash myself, nor brush and comb my hair,
I call it just a waste of time, for dust is everywhere;
I get myself as black as black a hundred times a day,
So what’s the good o’ washing, anyway?
I ain’t a-going to bed at all; the best time for a lark
Is when the inside is lit up and outside all is dark;
And if you go to bed at night you get up when it’s day,
So what’s the good o’ goin’, anyway?