We learned it from my aunt in the 70's, and the lyrics were:

[spoken]
I'm up here in the nuthouse. My mind is in a rut.
My keeper thinks I'm crazy, but he's just off his nut
I'm just as sane as you are, and I can prove it, too.
Just listen to my lullaby and I'll prove I'm not cuckoo.
[/spoken]

Oh, I was born one night one morn when the whistles went boom boom
I could fry a cake and bake a steak when the mudpies are in bloom
Does six and six make nine? Does ice come from a mine?
Is old black Joe an Eskimo in the good old summertime?

Oh, I looped-a-doop in my noodle soup Just to give myself a shine
I'm guilty judge, I stole the fudge; Hooray for Auld Lang Syne!
I'll sue them all for slander; I'll make them all repent
For how can I be Bonaparte, when I'm the President?

Oh, if Easter eggs don't wash their legs, their children will be ducks
I'd rather buy a lemon pie for forty-seven bucks!
Way down in the Barcelonia they ptttthhhh right on the phonia
But that's just a lot of balognia; Tedesky blow your horn - TOOT TOOT!

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Never knew who the heck Tedesky was! :)