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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
So Peter Piper I'm hyper Pinocchio's nose

I'm the tic tac pro
I my oopsy daisy now you've got the crazy
Crazy with the books, goo where's the gravy
So one two unbuckle my, um,

Yabba doo, hoo, crack a brew
So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup, I a hit
So books get on mark and spark that old censorship
and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids

The boogedy-woogedly, Brooklyn boy's to get his, dig
My waist bone's to my hip bone
My hip bone's connected to my bone
My thigh bone's connected to my bone
My knee connected to my hardy-har-har-har

The jibbedy-jabber jaw at your funny bone, um
Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather a honeycomb
Or preferably the sesame, spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, live EFX
They EFX, some live EFX
a neck for some live EFX

Well, be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills
I picked a weeping willow, and a
So back up or I'll pulverize McGruff
'Cause this piggy gets busy and stuff

Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get
I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a spliff
I got the nooks, the cranies, the gritty fodey-doe
All aboard, away, hey where's my boogaloo?

Oh, I'm steaming,
Why's everybody always on me
call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game
You ask me again and I'll you the same

'Cause I'm the vegemintarian, so stick 'em up freeze
So no sausages, Mom, please
A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee his lip
Crazy shot the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift

And pretty sneaky, sis oh yep
I got my off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa
Holly hobby tried to me, tried to rob me silly stunt
dun dun dun dun, dun dun

They want EFX, live EFX
They EFX, some live EFX
They EFX, some live EFX
Snap a neck for live EFX

Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming the stretch
So here Fido boy, fetch, boy,
I got the rope-a-dope a choker, look at me get raw
And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning big jaw

With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy
Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing too
So give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain
Like B. Coltrane

I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a like Chubby Checker
I take my Froot with two scoops, make it double decker
Oh Vince, the baby to Papa Duke
A babaloo, ooh, a boogedy boo

I went Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie
To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie
ho I-I'll take my Stove Top instead of potatoes, so
Maybe shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep

I used to a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh
B I N G O oh
You do the hokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

They want EFX, live EFX
They want EFX, live EFX
They want EFX, live EFX
Snap a neck for live EFX