[spoken]
Man comes in this life naked and bare
He walks through this world with troubles and care
When he departs, we don’t know where
But he’ll be alright there if he does right here

There’s a big rock candy mountain in a land that’s fair and bright
The handouts grow on bushes and you can sleep out every night
The boxcars all run empty and the railroad bulls are blind
Oh, I’m bound to go where there ain’t no snow
Where the rain don’t fall and the wind don’t blow
Up the big rock candy mountain

Oh, the buzzing of the bees in the cigarette trees,
And the soda water fountains
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
Up the big rock candy mountain

Up the big rock candy mountain, the cops have wooden legs
The bulldogs all have rubber teeth, & the hens lay hard boiled eggs
There ain’t no short-handled shovels, no axes, saws or picks
I’m bound away where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
Up the big rock candy mountain

Oh, the buzzing of the bees in the cigarette trees,
And the soda water fountains
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
Up the big rock candy mountain

Up the big rock candy mountain, you never change your socks
And little streams of alcohol, come trickling down the rocks
They hay is dry and fluffy, and the barn doors have no locks
There’s a great big lake of Irish stew
You can paddle all around in a big canoe
Up the big rock candy mountain

Oh, the buzzing of the bees in the cigarette trees,
And the soda water fountains
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
Up the big rock candy mountain