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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 Piper I'm hyper than 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 or treat, smell my feet, yup, I drippedy-dropped a hit
So books get on your mark and spark old censorship
and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids

The boogedy-woogedly, boy's about to get his, dig
My waist bone's connected to my hip
My hip bone's connected to my bone
My bone's connected to my knee bone
My knee connected 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 the sesame, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

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

Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky I get swift
I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a spliff
I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty fodey-doe
All aboard, cast away, hey my boogaloo?

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

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

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

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want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, live EFX
a neck 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 top of morning boogoloo big jaw

With the yippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue
Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing too
So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop a strain
Like Roscoe B.

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

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

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

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