Pins And Needles - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
PINS AND NEEDLES. 
Uf you'll listen to my story I will try und tole you someding Vat you see most every day-time, As you valk along de street: Now und den you meet a fellow Mit a voice he loud does bellow, Vone of whom, when I describe him. You did often meet; He vill holler out so loud To his audience (a crowd), Und he gave such great inducements In his own peculiar way. 
Spoken-Und dis is vat you'll hear him say-
Chorus. Pins und needles by the dozens, For your uncle, aunts, and cousins; A blane gold ring, a vedding ring, Und a locked-dot's immense; A receipt for making chowder, Und here is some fine tooth-powder; ' Take de lot, I sell to you For dwendy-seven cends. 
Selling if it rains, or shining. You vill never find him pining, But as habby as an oysder He does always seem to be; Telling jokes dot are so funny-Anyding to raise de money From his audience around; An eye to business-see? If a boliceman moves him on, In a minute he is gone. But upon some oder corner In dwo seconds he will be. 
Spoken-You can't drive him away; he's like a jack-in-the-box. He's like a flea, vone minute here, de next dere, still crying his old song of-Chorus.