Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum hon I got the old pa rum pum pum pum

But I can fe fi fo fum diddly bum here I come

So Peter Piper I'm hyper than Pinochio's nose

I'm the supercalafragilistic tic tac pro

I gave my oopsy daisy now you've got the crazy

Crazy with the books Googley goo where's the gravy

So one two unbuckle my um shoe

Yabba Doo hippity hoo crack a brew

So trick or treat smell my feet yup I drippedy-dropped a hit

So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship

Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids

The boogedy-woogedly Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig

My waist bone's connected to my hip bone

My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone

My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone

My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har

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

Skip the ovaltine, I'd rather have a honeycomb

Or preferably the sesame, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um

Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

Snap a neck for some live EFX

Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills

I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil

So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff

'Cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff

Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift

I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff

I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe

All aboard, cast away, hey where's my boogaloo?

Oh I'm steaming, agony

Why's everybody always picking on me

They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game

You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same

'Cause I'm the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick 'em up freeze

So no Park sausages, Mom, please

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

Crazy dazy shot the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift

And that's pretty sneaky, sis oh yep

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

Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

Snap a neck for some live EFX

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

So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch

I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw

And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw

With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue,

Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too

So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain

Like Roscoe B. Coltrane

I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker

I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker

Oh Vince, the baby come to Papa Duke

A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo

I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie

To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie

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

Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep

I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh

B - I - N - G - O-oh

You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh

Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

Snap a neck for some live EFX

Writer : WESTON, ANDRE G/HINES, WILLIE D
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC