Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon
I got that old pa rum pum pum pum
But I can fe-fi-fo-fum
Diddly-fum, here I come
So. Peter Piper
I'm hyper than Pinnochio's nose
Cause I'm a supercalafragilistic
Tic-tac pro
I gave my oopsy daisy
Now you've got the crazy
Crazy with the books, googily goo
Where's the gravy
So one two, unbuckle my, um shoe
Yabba Doo, hippity hoo, crack a brew
So trick or treat, smell my feet
Yup, I drippity dropped a hit
So books get on your mark
And spark that old censorship
Drats and double drats
I smiggity smacked some whiz kids
The boogity woogity Brooklyn boy's
About to get his, dig
My waist bone's connected to my hip bone
My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone
My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone
My knee bone's connected to my
Hardy har har har
Log on to hide ad.
The jibbedy jabberjaw
Ja-jabbing at your funny bone
Skip the Ovaltine
I'd rather have my Honeycomb
Or preferably the sesame
Let's spiggity spark the blunts, um
Dun dun dun dun dun dun
(CHORUS)
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
Snap a head for some live EFX
Well, I'll be darned, shiver me timbers
Yo, head for the hills
I picked a weeping willow and a daffodil
So back up, bucko
Or I'll pulverize McGruff
Cause this little piggy
Gets busy and stuff
Arrivederci, heavens to mercy
Honkytonk, I get swift
I caught a Snuffleufagus
And smoked a boogaloo spliff
I got the nooks, the crannys
The nitty gritty fodey-doe
So, all aboard, castaway
Hey, where's my boogaloo
Oh, I'm steaming, agony
Why's everybody always picking on me
They call me Puddin Tane
And rap's my game
You ask me again
And I'll t-tell you the same
Cause I'm the vulgar vegemintarian
Stick em up, freeze
So no Park sausages, Mom, please
Hey, Blitz shoots the breeze
Twiddlydee shoots his lip
Crazy Drayzy shot the Sheriff
Yup, and I shot the gift
And that's pretty sneaky, sis, oh, yep
I got my socks off, my rocks off
My Nestles cup of cocoa
Holly Hobby tried to slob me
Tried to rob me, silly stunt
Diggity dun dun dun dun dun dun
(CHORUS) 2X
Yahoo, hidee ho, yup
I'm coming around the stretch
So here, Fido, boy
Fetch, boy, fetch
I got the rope a dope
A slippery choker, look at me get raw
And I'm the hickory dickory
Top of the morning boogoloo big jaw
With the yippity zippity
Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue
Yo, crazy got the gusto
What up, I swing that too
So, nincompoop, I give a hoot and
Stomp a troop without a strain
Like Roscoe P.Coltrane
I spiggity spark a spiff and
Give a twist like Chubby Checker
I take my Froot Loops with two scoops
And make it double decker
Oh, Vince
The baby come to Papa Duke
A babaloo, ooh
A babaloo boogity boo
I went from Gucci to Stussy
To fliggity flam a groupie
To Zsa Zsa, to yibbity yabba dabba
Hoochie koochie
Tally ho, I'll take my Stove Top
Instead of potatoes, so
Maybe I'll shoot em now
(nope)
Maybe I'll shoot em later
(yep)
I used to have a dog and
Bingo was his name, oh, so uh
B-i-n-g-o, oh
You do the hokey pokey and
You turn yourself around, hon, so, uh
Dun dun dun dun dun dun
(CHORUS) 2X
