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Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon

I got that old pa rum pum pum pum

But I can fee-fi or fo, diddly fum, here I come

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

'Cause I'm a super-cala-fragilistic tic-tac pro

I gave a oopsy daisy, now you got the Krazy

Drazy with the Books, googlie-goo, where's the gravy?

So, one, two, unbuckle my, um, shoe

Yabba Doo, hippity-hoo, crack a brew

So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup, I drippedy-dropped a hit

So Books get on your mark and spark that old censorship

Drip drats and double drats, I smiggedy smacked some whiz kids

The boogedy woogedy Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig

My waist bone's connected to my hip bone

My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone

My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone

My knee bone's connected to my, hardy har-har-har

The jibbedy Jabberjaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um

Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather have my Honeycomb

Or preferably the sinsemilla, let's spiggedy-spark the blunt, son

Dun-dun dun-dun-dun, dun-dun

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Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo, head for the hills

I picked a weeping willow and a daffodil

So back up, buck, or I'll pulverize McGruff

'Cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff

Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk, I get swift

I caught a Snuffleupagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff

I got the nooks, the cranny, the nitty gritty 40 dog

So all aboard, cast away, hey, where's my boogaloo?

Ooh, I'm steaming, a-go-ny

Why's everybody always picking on me?

They call me Puddin' N' Tain and rap's my game

You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same

Since I'm the vocal vege-mintarian, hon, stick 'em up, freeze so

No Parks sausages, mom, please

A-blitz shoots the breeze, Twiddly-dee shoots his lip

Krazy Drayzie shot the sheriff, yup, and I shot the gift

And that's pretty sneaky, sis, oh, yo

I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa

Holly Hobbie tried to slob me, tried to rob me, stilly stunt

Diggedy dun-dun, dun-dun-dun, dun-dun

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Yahoo, hi-de-ho, yup, I'm coming around the stretch

So here, Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch

I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw

And I'm the hickory-dickory top of the morning boogoloo big jaw

With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue

Ayo, Krazy, I got the gusto

What up, I swing that too

So nincompoop, I gave a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain

Like Rosco P. Coltrane

I spiggedy spark a spliff and give a twist like Chubby Checker

I takes my Froot Loops with two scoops and make it a double decker

Oh, Finster Baby, come to Papa Duke

A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo, boogedy-boo

I went from Gucci to Stüssy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie

To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie

Tally ho, I, I'll take my Stove Top instead of potatoes so

Maybe I'll shoot 'em now

Nope

Maybe I'll shoot 'em later

Yep

I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name-o, so, uh

B-I-N-G-O, oh

You do the hokey pokey and turn yourself around, hun, so

Dun, dun-dun-dun-dun-dun, dun-dun

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