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 a gigantic whirlpool that will blow your mindHello Mr. Zebra, ran into some confusion

With a Mrs. Crocodile-dile-dile

Furry muscles marching on, she thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm

Or a civilized syllabub to blow your mindFigure it out, she, she's a good time fella

She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny's rights

Figure it out, she, she is a good time fella

Too bad the burial was premature, she said and smiled