Weeeeeeell, I was born one night one morn When the whistle went toot-toot {toot toot}
You could fry a cake or bake a steak When the Mudpies are in bloom
Does six and six make nine? Does ice grow on a vine?
Is Good Ol` Joe and Eskimo In the Good Ol' Summertime

Loop - De - Loop, in my noodle soup Just to give my socks a shine
I'm Guilty Fudge, I ate the Judge; Three cheers for Ol` Langsyne
I can not tell a lie; I hawked an apple pie
It's in a tree, beneath the sea, above the clear blue sky

Oh, Easter eggs don't wash there legs; Their children will have ducks {quack quack}
I'd rather have a lemon pie Then forty - seven bucks {your nuts!}
Went down to Barcelonia and Jumped into the Phonia
Course this is all Balognia; Patarooski, blow your horn {Toot Toot!}