Hello, Mr. Zebra.
Can I have your sweater.
‘Cause it’s cold cold cold
In my hole hole hole.
Ratatouille Strychnine.
Sometimes, she’s a friend of mine.
With a gigantic whirlpool
That will blow your mind.
Hello, Mr. Zebra.
Ran into some confusion with a Mrs. Crocodile
Furry mussels marching on.
She thinks she’s Kaiser Wilhelm
Or civilized syllabub
To blow your mind.
Figure it out
She’s, she’s a goodtime fella.
She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny’s rights.
Figure it out.
She’s, she’s a goodtime fella.
Too bad the burial was premature, she said and smiled.