Lyrics of
Mr. Zebra

Hello Mr. Zebra can I have your sweater, cuz it's cold, cold, cold in my hole, hole, hole
Ratatouille Strychnine sometimes he's a friend of mine with a gigantic whirlpool that will
blow your mind
Hello Mr. Zebra ran into some confusion with a Mrs. Croc-o-dile-dile-dile furry mussels
marching on she thinks she' Kaiser Wilhelm or a civilized syllabub to blow your mind
(piano interlude)
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 goodtime fella too bad the burial was premature she said and smiled.