Lyrics:
Dickies The All This And Puppet Stew

at least ten years and a day he's been going in and out of his way to give what he's got the lord knows he gives a lot with his fortune made and money

he's hot blooded and he lives in the sea he's black and white on your colour tv this is a story of fortune and fame and now there's only charlie tuna

his hand and clarabelle would never tell coz he's afraid that he might go to jail well what became of big bird i know it's gonna sound rather absurd they found some yellow feathers and

I'm sorry but Ann A lot of times seems like we all live in a zoo I'm warning you, Ann We're gonna be together till we're both a hundred and two Ann, oh

she's telling me he's here to stay it's quite a strange phenomenon won't you turn that siren on i'm talking about my pop the cop he's taking names and

to help me through when i'm gone pick my body up and carry me home take me home i know i can't see may hand and i can't help it if i stumble all of those

nobody can do the shake like i do nobody can do the twist like i do nobody can do the boogaloo like i do nobody can do the monkey like i do well let