| Well the boll weevil and the little black bug |
| Come from a-mexico they say |
| Came all the way to texas |
| Just a-lookin' for a place to stay |
| Just a-lookin' for a home, just a-lookin' for a home |
| (Doo-doo-wop-wop) |
| Well the first time that I seen the boll weevil |
| He was a-sittin' on the square |
| Well the next time that I seen him |
| He had his a-family there |
| Just a-lookin' for a home, just a-lookin' for a home |
| (Doo-doo-wop-wop) |
| Well the farmer took the boll weevil |
| And he put him on the red hot sand |
| Well the weevil said this is a-mighty hot |
| But I take it like a man |
| This will be my home, this will be my home |
| Well the f armer took the boll weevil |
| And he put him on a keg of ice |
| Well the weevil said to the farmer |
| This is mighty cool and nice |
| This will be my home, this will be my home |
| (Doo-doo-wop-wop) |
| Well if anybody should ask you |
| Who it was who sang this song |
| Say a guitar picker from a-oklahoma city |
| With a pair of blue jeans on Just a-lookin' for a home, just a-lookin' for a home |
| (Doo-doo-wop-wop) |