They Want EFX Lyrics
| Song | They Want EFX |
| Artist | Das EFX |
| Album | The Very Best Of Das EFX |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hines, Weston | |
| Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum | |
| But I can fe-fi-fo-fum, diddly-bum, here I come | |
| So Peter Piper, I'm hyper than Pinochio's nose | |
| I'm the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro | |
| I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you've got the crazy | |
| Crazy with the books, Googley-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 drippedy-dropped a hit | |
| So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship | |
| Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids | |
| The boogedy-woogedly 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 | |
| The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um | |
| Skip the ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb | |
| Or preferably the sesame, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um | |
| Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| Snap a neck 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, honky tonk I get swift | |
| I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff | |
| I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe | |
| All aboard, cast away, 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, so stick 'em up freeze | |
| So no Park sausages, Mom, please | |
| A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip | |
| Crazy dazy 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 Nestle's cup of cocoa | |
| Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt | |
| Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| Snap a neck for some live EFX | |
| 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 morning boogoloo big jaw | |
| With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue, | |
| Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too | |
| So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain | |
| Like Roscoe B. Coltrane | |
| I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker | |
| I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker | |
| Oh Vince, the baby come to Papa Duke | |
| A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo | |
| I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie | |
| To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie | |
| Tally ho I-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 dun | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| Snap a neck for some live EFX |
| zuo ci : Hines, Weston | |
| Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old parumpumpumpum | |
| But I can fefifofum, diddlybum, here I come | |
| So Peter Piper, I' m hyper than Pinochio' s nose | |
| I' m the supercalafragilistic tictac pro | |
| I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you' ve got the crazy | |
| Crazy with the books, Googleygoo where' s the gravy | |
| So one two, unbuckle my, um shoe | |
| Yabba Doo, hippityhoo, crack a brew | |
| So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedydropped a hit | |
| So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship | |
| Drats and double drats, I smiggedysmacked some whiz kids | |
| The boogedywoogedly 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 hardyharharhar | |
| The jibbedyjabber jaw jajabbing at your funny bone, um | |
| Skip the ovaltine, I' d rather have a honeycomb | |
| Or preferably the sesame, Let' s spiggedyspark the blunts, um | |
| Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| Snap a neck 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, honky tonk I get swift | |
| I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff | |
| I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodeydoe | |
| All aboard, cast away, 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 ttell you the same | |
| ' Cause I' m the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick ' em up freeze | |
| So no Park sausages, Mom, please | |
| Ablitz shoots the breeze, twiddlydee shoots his lip | |
| Crazy dazy 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 Nestle' s cup of cocoa | |
| Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt | |
| Diggedydun dun dun dun dun, dun dun | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| Snap a neck for some live EFX | |
| Yahoo, hideeho yup I' m coming around the stretch | |
| So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch | |
| I got the ropeadope a slippery choker, look at me get raw | |
| And I' m the hickorydickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw | |
| With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue, | |
| Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too | |
| So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain | |
| Like Roscoe B. Coltrane | |
| I spiggedyspark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker | |
| I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker | |
| Oh Vince, the baby come to Papa Duke | |
| A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo | |
| I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedyflam a groupie | |
| To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedyyabba dabba hoochie koochie | |
| Tally ho II' 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 Ooh | |
| You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh | |
| Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| Snap a neck for some live EFX |
| zuò cí : Hines, Weston | |
| Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old parumpumpumpum | |
| But I can fefifofum, diddlybum, here I come | |
| So Peter Piper, I' m hyper than Pinochio' s nose | |
| I' m the supercalafragilistic tictac pro | |
| I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you' ve got the crazy | |
| Crazy with the books, Googleygoo where' s the gravy | |
| So one two, unbuckle my, um shoe | |
| Yabba Doo, hippityhoo, crack a brew | |
| So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedydropped a hit | |
| So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship | |
| Drats and double drats, I smiggedysmacked some whiz kids | |
| The boogedywoogedly 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 hardyharharhar | |
| The jibbedyjabber jaw jajabbing at your funny bone, um | |
| Skip the ovaltine, I' d rather have a honeycomb | |
| Or preferably the sesame, Let' s spiggedyspark the blunts, um | |
| Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| Snap a neck 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, honky tonk I get swift | |
| I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff | |
| I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodeydoe | |
| All aboard, cast away, 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 ttell you the same | |
| ' Cause I' m the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick ' em up freeze | |
| So no Park sausages, Mom, please | |
| Ablitz shoots the breeze, twiddlydee shoots his lip | |
| Crazy dazy 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 Nestle' s cup of cocoa | |
| Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt | |
| Diggedydun dun dun dun dun, dun dun | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| Snap a neck for some live EFX | |
| Yahoo, hideeho yup I' m coming around the stretch | |
| So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch | |
| I got the ropeadope a slippery choker, look at me get raw | |
| And I' m the hickorydickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw | |
| With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue, | |
| Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too | |
| So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain | |
| Like Roscoe B. Coltrane | |
| I spiggedyspark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker | |
| I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker | |
| Oh Vince, the baby come to Papa Duke | |
| A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo | |
| I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedyflam a groupie | |
| To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedyyabba dabba hoochie koochie | |
| Tally ho II' 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 Ooh | |
| You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh | |
| Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| They want EFX, some live EFX | |
| Snap a neck for some live EFX |
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