I'm a little busybody
Though I know it's very shoddy
I insist on knowing
What is going on with everybody
Cause I'm such a busybody
Always prying, always spying
I'm defying anyone
To try to hide the facts from me.
Now Mrs. Jones is with her doctor
And her pulse he finally clocked her
Suddenly she sees me peeking
In to all her friends I'm shrieking
"Mrs. Jones's valve is leaking
A mechanic she is seeking
Cause her clutch is overhauling
And her motor's always stalling
Mrs. Jones, you lonesome gal
You finally lost your trade-in value."
Now we come to Mr. Clunk
He thinks that I'm a little punk
He's always keeping up with Jones
And while I tapped his telephone
I learned that they will disconnect
If soon the bill they don't collect
The sheriff's gonna take it back
His brand new, shiny Cadillac
So now I pass the news around
That Mr. Clunk is bankrupt now
I'm ruining his credit
And I know he won't forget it
Though he thought I was a little punk
That cabbage-headed Mr. Clunk
I got the bank to fume and fret
They took his home, and better yet
They grabbed his television set
Because I'm such a busybody.
I'm a little busybody
If you drink an extra toddy
I will spot it long before you bought it
I'll be pointing to your house
And telling folks that you're a souse
So I admit I am a louse
It's so much fun to tell the neighbors
That you're "underneath the weather"
And they ought to get together
Using you as an example to their kids
Of what a tramp will do if he is off the wagon
Now your reputation's draggin'
Cause you took an extra toddy
And I'm tellin' everybody
That you're more than slightly dizzy
Now I've got you in a tizzy
Cause I'm such a very busy little busybody
I'm the death of every party
You should hear the things I say
When Truth and Consequence we play
I state the age of Mrs. Dunne
I tell them she is 61
And that her face is lifted
And her cargo's slightly shifted.
There are couples kissing in the park
I use my flashlight for a lark
And Joan is hugging Mortimer
And she's engaged to Mr. Shore
I'm hiding in the cuspidor
I flash the light upon their face
While they are locked in fond embrace
And Mr. Shore then wrecks the place
I'm such a busybody
Breaking up a lovely party.
Mabel Smith is on the scale
And suddenly she's growing pale
For in a chorus so endearing
I have got the neighbors cheering
"Darling, what a lovely weight!
You weigh one hundred eighty eight
You lick the pattern off the plate
And then you plead for more to eat
You look just like a strange balloon
That drifted to us from the moon
And scientists must watch their step
And see if you're a secret weapon."
That is how the gossip goes
And all because I stick my nose
In other peoples' dirty clothes
A heavy-winded guy am I
I don't need a breath to say good bye
Because I'm such a busy little busy body
Busybody
Busybody
Bodybusy
I haven't got any breath left
Busybody
Busybody
I'm a little busybody!
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Lyrics submitted by Melissa C.