Mamas don't let your babies grow up and work for Disney,
Don't let 'em wear mouse ears,
Or sing a pop song,
Don't let 'em wear belly shirts,
...
If they ain't got a belly button, run.
If they ain't got a belly button, run.
If they ain't got a belly button,
Even if it's, Betty Hutton,
...
I was born
Behind a drum kit
At a comedy club
Called, 'Chuckles.'
...
There they are, the itttiest socks,
Each one of them smaller
Than tiny little rocks.
...
There once was a beaver;
Who was a retreiver,
Fun and cooky;
He could run, but was spooky;
...
There ain't no bones in a hotdog.
There ain't no bones in a hotdog.
There ain't no bones,
Or cherry stones;
...
My main squeeze,
Loves to eat cheese,
Can't drive without his car keys,
Likes to say please,
...
Bread bread, I love bread,
I was bred to eat bread,
When I stick bread in my head,
I feel better fed.
...
My name is Bong;
I help Ting Bang
Try to get along.
I help Ting Bang,
...
Chew, chew, chew
Maybe chew a bone,
Maybe chew a shoe,
Come to think of it,
...
Ratter, ratter
What's the matter?
Riddle, riddle
With your middle?
...
The littlest lizard that I ever saw
Was on my good friends porch;
He was so dad- burn small and all,
But his beady eyes shined like a torch,
...
Today's the day
To bang one out,
Though I need not
Scream and shout,
...
It''s round and full of jelly,
It's holding the sandwich
I ate at the deli.
...
I was born behind a drum kit in a comedy club. When the doctor told my mother it's a girl, everyone there said, 'Ting Bang, ' and it stuck.)
Mamas Dont Let Your Babies Go To Work For Disney
Mamas don't let your babies grow up and work for Disney,
Don't let 'em wear mouse ears,
Or sing a pop song,
Don't let 'em wear belly shirts,
The whole thing is wrong.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to work for Disney.
They''ll end up on drugs
And be managed by thugs
Cos here's where it's at,
Mickey mouse is really a rat..