But I can fe fi fo fum  diddly bum  here I come
 So Peter Piper  I'm hyper than Pinochio's nose
 I'm the supercalafragilistic tic tac pro
 I gave my oopsy  daisy  now you've got the crazy
 Crazy with the books  Googley 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
 Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids
 The boogedy-woogedly 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-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um
 Skip the ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb
 Or preferably the sesame, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
 Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
 They want EFX, some live EFX
 They want EFX, some live EFX
 They want EFX, some live EFX
 Snap a neck for some live EFX
 Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills
 I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil
 So back up bucko 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 snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff
 I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe
 All aboard, cast away, hey where's my boogaloo?
 Oh I'm steaming, agony
 Why's everybody always picking on me
 They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game
 You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same
 'Cause I'm the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick 'em up freeze
 So no Park sausages, Mom, please
 A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip
 Crazy dazy shot the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift
 And that's pretty sneaky, sis oh yep
 I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa
 Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt
 Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
 They want EFX, some live EFX
 They want EFX, some live EFX
 They want EFX, some live EFX
 Snap a neck for some live EFX
 Yahoo, hidee-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 morning boogoloo big jaw
 With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue,
 Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too
 So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain
 Like Roscoe B. Coltrane
 I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker
 I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker
 Oh Vince, the baby come to Papa Duke
 A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo
 I went from Gucci to Stussy, 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 oh, so uh
 B - I - N - G - O-oh
 You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh
 Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
 They want EFX, some live EFX
 They want EFX, some live EFX
 They want EFX, some live EFX
 Snap a neck for some live EFX