I'm up here in the bug-house, My brain is in a rut,
My keeper thinks I'm crazy but he is off his nuts.
I'm just the same as you are and I can prove it too,
when I sign my lullaby you'll know I'm not Coo-coo.

I was born one night in the frosty morn when the whistles went boom boom,
I drank a steak and boiled a cake when the monkeys were in bloom.
six and six is nine and ice comes from a mine
Old black Joe is an Eskimo and pork comes from a porcupine.

The organ pealed potatoes and the choir hit up a song,
the saxophone blew his dishrag and set the church on fire.
Holy smokes the preacher shouted and as he ran he lost his hair
now his head resembles heaven because there is no parting there.

and then something like (a man on the road to Mandalay selling peanuts???