They want EFX, some live EFX
B I N G O oh
Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
They want EFX, some live EFX
With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue
Like Roscoe B. Coltrane

The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um

Yabba doo, hippity hoo, crack a brew
A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo
They want EFX, some live EFX
So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain
I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie
So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch

My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har
So no Park sausages, Mom, please
Why's everybody always picking on me
Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift

I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff
Snap a neck for some live EFX
But I can fe fi fo fum diddly bum, here I come
So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship
Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep

My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone
Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids
To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie

Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
Or preferably the sesame, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
They want EFX, some live EFX

Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the stretch

A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip

All aboard, cast away, hey where's my boogaloo?
And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw

I'm the supercalafragilistic tic tac pro
Snap a neck for some live EFX
'Cause I'm the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick 'em up freeze
The boogedy-woogedly, Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig

Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
Oh Vince, the baby come to Papa Duke
I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe

Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb
I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw
I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker

They want EFX, some live EFX

So one two unbuckle my, um, shoe
My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone
I gave my oopsy daisy now you've got the crazy
Crazy dazy shot the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift
I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh
They want EFX, some live EFX
Crazy with the books, googley goo where's the gravy
They want EFX, some live EFX
Tally ho I-I'll take my Stove Top instead of potatoes, so
You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same

Oh, I'm steaming, agony
They want EFX, some live EFX
Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too
My waist bone's connected to my hip bone
So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup, I drippedy-dropped a hit
They want EFX, some live EFX
Well, I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills

So Peter Piper I'm hyper than Pinocchio's nose
'Cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff
You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh
And that's pretty sneaky, sis oh yep
I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil

I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker
So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff
Snap a neck for some live EFX
I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa
Holly hobby tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt
They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game