On a summer day in the month of May,
a burly bum came hiking.
Down a shady lane, thru the sugar cane
he was looking for his liking.

As he roamed a-long he sang a song
of the land of milk and honey.
Where a bum can stay for many a day
and he won't need any money.

Oh! The buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees,
near the soda water fountain.
At the lemonade springs where the blue-birds sings,
in the Big Rock Candy Mountain.