Mr. Zebra Lyrics

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
Hello 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 mind
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 is a good time fella Too bad the burial was premature, she said and smiled