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Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum hon I got the old pa rum pum pum pum
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But I can fe fi fo fum diddly bum here I come
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So Peter Piper I'm hyper than Pinochio's nose
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I'm the supercalafragilistic tic tac pro
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I gave my oopsy daisy now you've got the crazy
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Crazy with the books Googley goo where's the gravy
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So one two unbuckle my um shoe
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Yabba Doo hippity hoo crack a brew
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So trick or treat smell my feet yup I drippedy-dropped a hit
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So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship
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Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids
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The boogedy-woogedly Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig
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My waist bone's connected to my hip bone
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My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone
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My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone
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My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har
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The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um
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Skip the ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb
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Or preferably the sesame, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
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Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
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They want EFX, some live EFX
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They want EFX, some live EFX
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They want EFX, some live EFX
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Snap a neck for some live EFX
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Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills
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I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil
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So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff
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'Cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff
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Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift
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I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff
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I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe
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All aboard, cast away, hey where's my boogaloo?
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Oh I'm steaming, agony
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Why's everybody always picking on me
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They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game
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You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same
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'Cause I'm the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick 'em up freeze
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So no Park sausages, Mom, please
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A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip
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Crazy dazy shot the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift
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And that's pretty sneaky, sis oh yep
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I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa
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Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt
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Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
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They want EFX, some live EFX
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They want EFX, some live EFX
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They want EFX, some live EFX
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Snap a neck for some live EFX
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Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the stretch
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So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch
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I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw
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And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw
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With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue,
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Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too
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So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain
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Like Roscoe B. Coltrane
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I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker
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I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker
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Oh Vince, the baby come to Papa Duke
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A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo
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I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie
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To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie
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Tally ho I-I'll take my Stove Top instead of potatoes, so
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Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep
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I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh
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B - I - N - G - O-oh
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You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh
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Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
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They want EFX, some live EFX
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They want EFX, some live EFX
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They want EFX, some live EFX
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Snap a neck for some live EFX
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They Want EFX
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