That Jethro guy,
Came an old and gray Ozarko born.
With poor little fam'ly styled with corn
And boy Jethro.
And Ms. Drysdale cries.
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's the house next door with those hay seeds
And that Jethro. (He's The Jethro)

Hunger Jethro just cain't stand,
A quadruple helping man.
Ain't quite growed up he's a hungry young man I'd say,
Keeps the cook a busy bee,
Granny, she grinds out feed.
Good thing all that money's Jed's.
For food bill he must pay.

Well for food yearns,
He's a hungry vittle-boy and his Granny knowds,
Cooks possum meat and old skinned toads.
Fer her Jethro.

But his hunger burns,
So he eats the home down to the street,
As he yearns for a meal,
With some turnips and beets.
That boy Jethro. (He's The Jethro)

He hungers more than third world nations,
The young man grabs a tray.
He grabs some buns, at Food-Mart,
Food's all done via shopping cart.
Food-a-rama's dry.

As he growled like a hound this hungry young man,
Raced down busy street with a bun in his hand,
He's The Jethro. (He's The Jethro)

Find this young man fries,
You can't hold or stay Ozarko born,
Prep other vittles gravy, wild rice, corn,
For The Jethro. (He's The Jethr-oooooo)

(Feed him possum pies)

------Repeat until hunger fades------