Mr Zebra
Hello, Mr Zebra
Can I have your sweater?
Cause it's cold, cold, cold
In my hole, hole, hole
Ratatouille Strychnine
Sometimes she's a friend of mine with the gigantic whirpool that will blow your mind
Hello, Mr Zebra
Ran into some confusion with a Mrs Crocodile, dile, dile
Furry mussels marching on
She's thinks she's Kaiser Wilheim
Or a civilised syllabub
To blow your mind
Figure it out she's
She's a good time fella
She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny's rights
She's a goodtime fella
Too bad the burial was premature, she said and smiled.