What a drag, oh, what a bore
There's nothing left to do but chores
A fine day has yet to begin
Already I feel grim
Just how shall I strategize
The plan to escape my demise?
When everybody is asleep
Out my door I shall creep
And, so our tale begins
The night's a-waiting
The clock's a-tickin'
Come on wasting time's a sin
And one, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Yes, one, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Seven, eight, seven, eight
Oh, oh
I want to scream, I want to prance
And I can dance a silly dance
Putting bugs in people's soups
Yes, that is what I do!
I swish and slash and I attack
I've pulled some nasty pranks with tacks
Laughed at children 'til I shrieked!
Those squishy little squeaks!
Where does our journey end?
I don't know but 'til then
What wondrous things await?
They're right around the bend
I say one, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Yes, one, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Yes, one, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Seven, eight, seven, eight
Oh, oh
