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