They Want EFX

Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon

I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum

But I can fe-fi or fo, diddly-bum, here I come

So Peter Piper, I'm hyper than Pinocchio's nose

'Cause I'm the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro

I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you've got the Crazy

Drazy with the books, Googley-goo where's the gravy

So one two, um, buckle my, um shoe

Yabba Doo, hippity-hoo, crack a brew

So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedy-dropped a hit

So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship

Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids

The boogedy-woogedly Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig

My waist bone's connected to my hip bone

My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone

My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone

My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har

The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um

Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather have my honeycomb

Or preferably the sinsemilla, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um

Dun, dun, dun-dun dun, dun, dun

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

Snap a neck for some live EFX

Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers yo, head for the hills

I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil

So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff

'Cause, this little piggy gets, busy and stuff

Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift

I caught a Snuffleupagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff

I got the nooks, the crannies, the nitty gritty 40 though

So all aboard, castaway, hey where's my boogaloo?

Ooh I'm steamin, agony

Why's everybody always pickin on me?

They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game

You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same

Since I'm the vocal vegemintarian, stick 'em up freeze

So no Parks sausages, mom, please

A-Blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip

Crazy Drayzie shot the sheriff yup, and I shot the gift

And that's pret-ty snea-ky sis, oh yo

I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa

Holly Hobbie tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt

Diggedy-dun dun, dun, dun-dun, dun, dun

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

Snap a neck for some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

Snap a neck for some live EFX

Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the stretch

So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch

I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw

And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw

With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue

Ayo crazy, you got the gusto? What up? I swing that too

So nincompoop I give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain

Like Rosco P. Coltrane

I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker

I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker

Oh Finster Baby come to Papa Duke

A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo

I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie

To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie

Tally ho I, I'll take my Stove Top instead of my Tater, so

Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep

I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh

B-I-N-G-O, oh

You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hun, so uh

Dun, dun, dun, dun-dun, dun dun

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

Snap a neck for some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

They want EFX, some live EFX

Snap a neck for some live EFX