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