Mr. Zebra

Hello, Mr. Zebra

Can I have your sweater?

'Cause it's cold, cold, cold

In my hole, hole, hole

Ratatouille, Strychnine

Sometimes she's a friend of mine

With a gigantic whirlpool that will blow your mind

Hello, Mr. Zebra

Ran into some confusion

With a Mrs. Crocodile, 'dile, 'dile

Furry mussels marching on

She thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm

Or a civilised syllabub to blow your mind

Figure it out, she

She's a good time fella

And she got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny's rights

Figure it out, she

She's a good time fella

"Too bad the burial was premature"

She said and smiled