Over the garden wall.
She said, “I’m certainly better than you,”
Over the garden wall;
“But much I should like,
To know why you strike,
And get so hot, and muddy, and dusty like,
And take such a header from off your bike,”
Over the garden wall, &c.
Chorus—Over the garden wall, &c.
“My dear,” said I, “I can surely explain,”