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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, I come
So Peter Piper I'm than Pinocchio's nose

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

doo, hippity hoo, crack a brew
So or treat, smell my feet, yup, I drippedy-dropped a hit
So books get on your mark and spark that old
Drats and double drats, I some whiz kids

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

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

want EFX, some live EFX
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Well, I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo for the hills
I picked a willow, and a daffodil
So back up bucko or pulverize McGruff
'Cause this little piggy gets busy and

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, cast away, hey my boogaloo?

Oh, I'm steaming,
Why's always picking on me
They me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game
You ask me again and t-tell you the same

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

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

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Snap a for some live EFX

Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the
So Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch
I got the rope-a-dope a choker, look at me get raw
And I'm the hickory-dickory top of boogoloo 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
Roscoe B. Coltrane

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

I went from to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie
To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba hoochie koochie
Tally ho take my Stove Top instead of potatoes, so
Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, 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 pokey and you turn around, hon, so uh
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

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