The Lyrical Chain Game

but yes! we have no bananas

 

Push pineapple, shake the tree....

 

And if you don't want to be down with me, then you don't want to pick from my Apple tree

 

Shoo ba da doo do ba do do be dooo, wa wa whey, titty titty bum bum, eggs.....

 

I do not like green eggs and ham

 

And I go to my baby's house fifteen times a day

 

My baby, my baby, mmmy baby

My baby, my baby, mmmy baby

My baby, baby, my baaaby

Now here the word of my house

15.........

 

We walk through the streets like lottery winners on acid

 

We get the funniest looks from everyone we meet

 

down in Hollywood, you better hope that you don't run out of gas

 

And it's springtime for Hitler and Germany, winter for Poland and France....

 

People say we monkey around

 

So let's all do the funky gibbon

 

My friends kill my folks in front of me

 

And it seems that there are no more songs.

 

So darlin', save the last dance for me

 

Maybe, baby, please....

 

Lick my lollypop

 

You make my heart go giddy-up

 

so giddy-up and giddy-up and get away, we're going crazy and we're going today