"They Want Efx" by Das Efx

Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old
pa-rum-pum-pum-pum 
But I can fe-fi-fo-fum, diddly-bum, here I come 
So Peter Piper, Im hyper than Pinochios nose 
Im the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro 
I gave my oopsy, daisy, now youve got the crazy 
Crazy with the books, Googley-goo wheres the gravy 
So one two, unbuckle 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 boys about to get his, dig 
My waist bones connected to my hip bone 
My hip bones connected to my thigh bone 
My thigh bones connected to my knee bone 
My knee bones connected to my hardy-har-har-har 
The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um 
Skip the ovaltine, Id rather have a honeycomb 
Or preferably the sesame, Lets 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 Ill be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head for the hills

I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil 
So back up bucko or Ill pulverize McGruff 
Cause this little piggy gets busy and stuff 
Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift 
I caught a snuffleufagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff 
I got the nooks, the cranies, the nitty gritty fodey-doe 
All aboard, cast away, hey wheres my boogaloo? 
Oh Im steaming, agony 
Whys everybody always picking on me 
They call me Puddin Tane, and raps my game 
You ask me again and Ill t-tell you the same 
Cause Im the vulgar vegemintarian, so stick em up freeze 
So no Park sausages, Mom, please 
A-blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip 
Crazy dazy shot the Sheriff, yup and I shot the gift 
And thats pretty sneaky, sis oh yep 
I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestles cup of cocoa 
Holly hobby 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 

Yahoo, hidee-ho yup Im 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 Im the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw 
With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue, 
Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too 
So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain

Like Roscoe B. 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 Vince, the 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-Ill take my Stove Top instead of potatoes, so 
Maybe Ill shoot em now, nope maybe Ill 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, hon, 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