Professor Nutbutter's House of Treats lyrics

C'mon, kiddies, gather round

Who's your foremost friend in town?

From Main to Maple the name resounds, Professor Nutbutter

He's the one, the humble one

The Barkley County prodigal son

Here to serve only you, Professor Nutbutter

At old Nutbutter's house of treats

From jellied jams to sacks of sweets

There's creamy and nutatious spreads for all

Chemist, master of entomology the professor for a modest fee

Will cure what ails you, guaranteed Professor Nutbutter

It's alright, don't fear the worm

C'mon, kiddies, don't be shy

Be youthful til the day you die

The man, the myth, the magic of Professor Nutbutter

He's the one, the only one

The Meeklyville prodigal son

Here to help us with ourselves, Professor Nutbutter

It's alright to fear the worm

It's-it's okay to f.. to fear the worm

I myself have no, uh, problems with the worm

Not all its properties are going to be, uh, appreciated by the human body itself

Though in certain situations, I would fear what-what, uh, ramifications, um, could occur

Fear the, uh...fear the temptation of the worm is probably more appropriate for this particular scenario

The, um...it's-it depends on what you want, I suppose,

it really depends on what you want...