Well right boys, open the gates and let 'em walk right i-in



Well there was a boy in Arkansas who wouldn't listen to his Ma

When she told him that he should go to schoo-ool

He'd sneak away in the afternoon, take a little walk and pretty soon

You'd find him at the local auction barn

He'd stand and listen carefully and pretty soon he began to see

How the auctioneer could talk so rapidly

Well it's me oh my, it's do or die, I've just got to learn that auction cry

Gonna make my mark and be an auctioneer



Twenty-five dollar bid, now who will give me thirty dollar

Will you make it thirty dollar, give me thirty dollar

Oh who will give me a thirty dollar bi-id

Got a thirty dollar bid, now who will make it thirty-five

Will you give me thirty five, make it thirty-five

Oh who will give me a thirty-five dollar bi-id



That stockman only did his best, all to see he couldn't get

He practiced calling it both night and day-ay

Half the time he's behind the barn workin' up an awful roar

As he tried to imitate the auctioneer

And his pap said, son, we just can't stand to have a mediocre man

Selling things at auction using our good name

So pack you off to auction school and there you'll be nobody's fool

And you can take your place among the fame



Thirty-five dollar bid, now who will give me forty dollar

Will you give me forty dollar, make it forty dollar

Oh who will give me a forty dollar bi-id

Got a forty dollar bid, now who will give me forty-five

Will you give me forty-five, make it forty-five

Oh who will give me a forty-five dollar bi-id



Well from that boy that went to school there came a man who played it cool

He came back home a full fledged auctioneer-eer

And the people