Lyrics:
I was born one day, one night, when the whistle went toot toot!
You can buy an egg or fry a snake when the mud pies are in bloom.
Do 6 and 6 make 9? Does ice grow on a vine?
Was old silly Moe an eskimo in the good old summer time?
Well, a loop de loop in my noodle soup and give my socks a shine.
I'm guilty judge, cuz I ate the fudge, 3 cheers for old lang syne.
I cannot tell a lie, I ate the apple pie,
It's beneath the tree, beneath the sea, above the bright blue sky!
Well, if Easter eggs could shave their legs and children could have ducks
Quack, quack!
I'd rather have a lemon pie than 47 bucks - NOT!
I went to Barcelonia and hopped into a phonia
But that was all bolognia
Wasilewski blow your horn, toot toot!
