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
