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 a gigantic whirlpool
That will blow your mind
Hello, Mr. Zebra
Ran into some confusion with a Mrs. Crocodile-dile-dile
Furry mussels marching on
She thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm
Or a civilised syllabub
To blow your mind
Figure it out
She's a goodtime fella
She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny's rights
Figure it out
She's a goodtime fella
"Too bad the burial was premature", she said
And smiled