They Want EFX

My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone
They want EFX, some live EFX

So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup, I drippedy-dropped a hit
To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie
They want EFX, some live EFX
Snap a neck for some live EFX
'Cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff
Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift
I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh
Yabba doo, hippity hoo, crack a brew
Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
They want EFX, some live EFX
I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw
Or preferably the sesame, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
They want EFX, some live EFX
Why's everybody always picking on me
I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie
All aboard, cast away, hey where's my boogaloo?

So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch

My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har
I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker
Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb
I'm the supercalafragilistic tic tac pro
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX

And that's pretty sneaky, sis oh yep
Snap a neck for some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
Like Roscoe B. Coltrane
Oh, I'm steaming, agony
So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain
You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same

B I N G O oh
They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game

So one two unbuckle my, um, shoe
Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the stretch
They want EFX, some live EFX
So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff
'Cause I'm the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick 'em up freeze
I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa
Oh Vince, the baby come to Papa Duke
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip
My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone
I gave my oopsy daisy now you've got the crazy
So no Park sausages, Mom, please
I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker
You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh
But I can fe fi fo fum diddly bum, here I come
Crazy with the books, googley goo where's the gravy
Crazy dazy shot the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift

Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo
Well, I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills

Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep
I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff

So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship
Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too

With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue
They want EFX, some live EFX

Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt
And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw
My waist bone's connected to my hip bone
Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids
So Peter Piper I'm hyper than Pinocchio's nose

The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um
I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe

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

I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil
The boogedy-woogedly, Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig