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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 I'm hyper than Pinocchio's nose

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

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 that old censorship
Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some kids

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

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

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

Arrivederci, to mercy, honky tonk I get swift
I caught a snuffleufagus and a boogaloo 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 call me Tane, and rap's my game
You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the

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

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

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

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

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

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

I used to have a dog and 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

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