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 mussels marching on She thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm Or a civilised syllabub to blow your mind Figure it out, she She is a goodtime fella She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny's rights Figure it out, she She is a goodtime fella Too bad the burial was premature, she said And smiled