On a summer's day in the month of May,
a funny little bum come hiking.
He was traveling down a lane to a
sugar cane just looking for his liking.
He was looking for a land that's far
away beside the crystal fountains.
I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
there's a land that's fair and bright,
where donuts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night,
where bulldogs all have rubber teeth
and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs.
There's a lake of stew and sodie pop too,
you can paddle all around them in your big canoe
in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
Oh,
the buzzing of the bees in the chalk trees,
the sodie water fountain,
where the lemonade springs and the wangdoodle
sings in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
you never change your socks,
and little streams of orange squash come trickling down the rocks.
You never have to go to school,
and all the cops are blind,
bound to go,
where there ain't no snow,
where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
Oh,
the buzzing of the bees in the chalk trees,
the sodie water fountain,
where the lemonade springs and the wangdoodle
sings in the Big Rock Candy Mountains.