This is the Harry Belefonte version, as well as I can remember it: I'm missing one line in the Sigmund Fraud verse, and perhaps someone can supply it. I can't remember if Belefonte sang it as "The woman piaba, the man piaba" or if I got that from someone else. I think it has a bit more interesting syncopation with the woman first.
(Wo-)man Piaba
When I was a lad just three-foot-three Certain questions occurred to me So I asked my father quite seriously To tell me the story 'bout the bird and the bee. He stuttered and he stammered pathetically And this is what he said to me: (chorus) The wo-man piaba and the man piaba And the tahn-tahn coil bakka lemon grass. The lily-root, golly-root, belly root, uh! And the famous granny scratch-scratch. Well it was clear as mud but it covered the ground And the confusion made me head turn round, So I went to see a good friend of mine Known to the world as Albert Einstein (He said, Son,) From beginning of time and creativity Has existed the force of relativity: Pi-R-Squared and minus ten Is a root known only when The solar system in one light year Make the Hayden Planetarium disappear, And if Mount Everest doesn't move, I am positive that it will prove, That the wo-man piaba and the man piaba... Well, it was clear as mud but it covered the ground And the confusion made me head turn round, So I got on a boat and I went abroad And in Baden, Germany, saw Sigmund Fraud, (He said, Son,) From your sad face remove the grouch And place the body upon the couch. I can see from your frustration, A neurotic sublimation. - - - - - - - - - - (missing line) And your Rorshack shows that you are peripatetic. It all started with a broken sibling, In the words of the famous Rudyard Kipling, The wo-man piaba... Well, I've traveled far and I've traveled wide, But I still haven't got meself a bride, All of the great men upon this earth Have confused me since my birth. I've been on the land and I've been on the sea But I still haven't learned about the bird and the bee, And now that I am ninety-three Well, I don't give a damn, you see, If the wo-man piaba and the man piaba...
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