When a farmer’s farmin', let him raise his crop
When a woodsman’s choppin', let him have his chop
When a porter’s scrubbin', let him have his mop
Every man to his own profession
Let a doctor tend to ease an achin' back
Woo yeah
Let a railroad watchman switch his railroad track
Let the laundry helper fill his laundry sack
Every man to his own profession
When a carpenter’s sawin' on a piece of wood
Don’t you be braggin' that you also could
He might hand you a saw and give a wise old call
You might start sawin' and saw your fingers off
When a schoolmarm’s teachin', let her teach her school
When it comes to women, don’t you be no fool
When it’s life in general, here’s a golden rule
Every man to his own profession
When a carpenter’s sawin' on a piece of wood
Don’t you be braggin' that you also could
He might hand you his saw and give a wise old call *ahem*
You might start sawin' and saw your fingers off
When a schoolmarm’s teachin', let her teach her school
When it comes to women, don’t you be no fool
When it’s life in general, here’s a golden rule
Every man to his own profession
So, consult the next Burt
If you don’t wanna be hurt
Every man to his own profession