We walk alike, we talk alike and what is more
We sit in the same kind of high chair, high chair, high chair
It would be fun to shoot the other two and only be one
Then all of gets the measles and mumps and croup
For example just to prove that she was more than ample
That they were measuring a giant
Mrs. Hassencooper loves to talk to Mrs. Eldenspritzel
But when mother comes along she silences the others
Mrs. Hildendorfer loves to talk to Mrs. Goldenbasser
Every summer we go away to Baden-Baden-Baden
Of her major operation when she had her twins
Of the day she went to Sloane's and had her silly Willy
Each one is individually the victim of that clinical day E, I, O
You wouldn't know how agonizing being triplets can be
We hate each other very much
We hate our folks
If one of us gets the measles
We do everything alike, we look alike, we dress alike
She admits Lane Bryant thought
We're sick of jokes about how hard it is to tell us apart
That we'll be three forever and E, I, O
Every winter we come back home to Walla-Walla-Walla
Momma says that we're a bore and what is more
Then another one gets the measles
Dr. Heimerdanner almost lost his bedside manner
On the day that he first slipped upon us three
We drink from the same kind of bottles
We hate each other very much
We eat the same kind of vittles
How I wish I had a gun, a little gun
She accomplished something that is very rare in mothers
We walk alike, we talk alike and what is more
We're sick of jokes on what an art it is to tell us apart
We hate our folks
She didn't want to have us
We do everything alike, we look alike, we dress alike
