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Bum stiggedy, bum stiggedy, bum hon, I got the |
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Old pa rum pum pum pum |
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But I can fe fi fo fum diddly bum, here I come |
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So Peter Piper I'm hyper than Pinocchio's nose |
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I'm the supercalafragilistic tic tac pro |
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I gave my oopsy daisy now you've got the crazy |
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Crazy with the books, googley goo where's the gravy |
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So one two unbuckle my, um, shoe |
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Yabba doo, hippity hoo, crack a brew |
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So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup, I drippedy-dropped a hit |
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So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship |
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Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids |
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The boogedy-woogedly, Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig |
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My waist bone's connected to my hip bone |
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My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone |
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My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone |
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My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har |
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The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um |
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Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb |
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Or preferably the sesame, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um |
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Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun |
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They want EFX, some live EFX |
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They want EFX, some live EFX |
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They want EFX, some live EFX |
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Snap a neck for some live EFX |
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Well, I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills |
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I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil |
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So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff |
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'Cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff |
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Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift |
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I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff |
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I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe |
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All aboard, cast away, hey where's my boogaloo? |
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Oh, I'm steaming, agony |
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Why's everybody always picking on me |
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They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game |
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You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same |
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'Cause I'm the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick 'em up freeze |
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So no Park sausages, Mom, please |
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A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip |
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Crazy dazy shot the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift |
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And that's pretty sneaky, sis oh yep |
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I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa |
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Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt |
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Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun |
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They want EFX, some live EFX |
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They want EFX, some live EFX |
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They want EFX, some live EFX |
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Snap a neck for some live EFX |
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Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the stretch |
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So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch |
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I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw |
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And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw |
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With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue |
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Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too |
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So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain |
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Like Roscoe B. Coltrane |
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I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker |
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I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker |
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Oh Vince, the baby come to Papa Duke |
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A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo |
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I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie |
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To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie |
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Tally ho I-I'll take my Stove Top instead of potatoes, so |
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Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep |
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I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh |
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B I N G O oh |
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You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh |
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Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun |
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They want EFX, some live EFX |
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They want EFX, some live EFX |
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They want EFX, some live EFX |
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Snap a neck for some live EFX |
