P as in potato S - L - U - F - FnWas a man who lived in IdahonFar away from all the rest {of the world}nHe had a beautiful farmnWith a chicken and a cow and a horsenAnd lots of 78 recordsnIn the barn of coursenAnd every Sunday nightnPeople gathered therenTo dance while Mr P. Sluff callednFrom his rockin chairnHe'd turn em to the leftnTurn em to the rightnBut most of all he liked tonRock em back and forthnMr. P. Sluff rocked em back and forthnWhile rocking back and forthnMr. P. Sluff rocked em back and forthnFrom his rockin chairnNow when he was a baby, PnLoved to be picked upnEspecially when he was rockednBack and forth by Mrs. SluffnThey named him Patrick AllennBut they called him P for shortnCause the first sound that he made wasn“Puh” with a little snortnWhen he grew to sevennKids would make fun of his namenBut it didn’t bother him a bitnHe liked it just the samenCause it was the first letter of hisnFavorite word “please”nAnd pick me up and rock me back and forthnMr. P. Sluff rocked em back and forthnWhile rocking back and forthnMr. P. Sluff rocked em back and forthnFrom his rockin chairnTurn to the leftnTurn to the rightnYella wella helly welly are yanWhen your baby's outasightnDoe-see-doe on down the linenAnd then you come back againnAnd don't forget to rock it back and forthnNow P. Sluff was an old mannAll of eighty-fournBut happy as a swing set whennHe's rockin back and forthnBut the day came when he died everybody criednAnd gathered in the barnnOn Sunday night to say goodbyenThen they put a record onnThey all knew the stepsnAnd they did a special curtsynTo P's old rockin chairnThen it began to rock gently back and forthnAnd gradually it rocked more and more and morenMr. P. Sluff rocked em back and forthnWhile rocking back and forthnMr. P. Sluff rocked em back and forth