On top of old Smokey
All covered with cheese
I lost my true lover
When somebody sneezed.
She rolled off the table
And onto the floor
And then my true lover
Rolled right out the door.
She rolled through the snowbank
And under a bush
And then my poor lover
Was turned into mush.
But the mush was so tasty
As tasty can be
And early last summer
She grew into a tree.
So when you're on old Smokey
All covered with cheese
Hang onto your lover
And don't ever sneeze.