What a freakin' old beasty man he was
I took to hiding, I took to hiding
I took to dribbling, I took to dribbling down my front
Picture, picture, now I'm gonna eat ya
Quick, quick, fast, fast, quick, quick, fast, fast
I took to dribbling, we took to dribbling down my front
Who is? You is, you is now, son
We're all food, your cake
I starting running, I starting running on the spot
She took to hiding, she took to hiding strange things
Fast, fast, quick, quick, quick, quick, fast, fast
One day she was touching her reflection
I took to hiding, hiding strange things
We're all the food, your weirdos' cream
In her favorite mirror when she realized all too clearly
Picture, picture, now I'm gonna eat your
Who was? She was, she is
You took to hiding, you took to hiding strange things
What a freakin' old weirdo she was
