Mr. Zebra

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Outro] Figure 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's a good-time fella "Too bad the burial was premature," she said and smiled