Every little tot at night
Is afraid of the dark, you know
Some big Yama Man they see
When off to bed they go
Yama-Yama, Yama Man
Terrible eyes and a face of tan
If you don't watch out he'll get you without a doubt
If he can
Maybe he's hiding behind a chair
Ready to spring out at you unaware
Run to your mama
For here comes the Yama-Yama Man
The Johnnies they go to see the play
But they don't care for the plot
They want to see if all the girls
Are wearing much or not
Yama-Yama, Yama Man
Terrible eyes and a face of tan
If you don't watch out he'll get you without a doubt
If he can
Maybe he's hiding behind a chair
Ready to spring out at you unaware
Run to your mama
For here comes the Yama-Yama Man
A man sold some powder good for bugs
But the man he must have lied
It wasn't good for bugs at all
The poor little bugs all died
Yama-Yama, Yama Man
Terrible eyes and a face of tan
If you don't watch out he'll get you without a doubt
If he can
Maybe he's hiding behind a chair
Ready to spring out at you unaware
Run to your mama
For here comes the Yama-Yama Man
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