Three little unexpected children Simultaneously, the doctor brought us And you can see that we'll be Three forever and a-e-i-o- You wouldn't know how agonizing Being triple can be Each one is individually the victim Of the clinical day e-i-o- Every summer we go away to Boden, Boden, Boden Every winter we come back home to Walla, Walla, Walla
We do everything alike We look alike We dress alike, we walk alike We talk alike And what is more We hate each other very much We hate our folks We're sick of jokes on what an art it is To tell us apart!
Fred : If one of us gets the measles Jack : Another one gets the measles All : Then all of us gets the measles And mumps and 'flu. How I wish I had a gun A widdle gun It would be fun to shoot the other two And be only one.
Fred : Mrs Whipple Poofer loves to talk to Mrs Hildendorfer of the fatal natal day She had her silly Willy
Nanette : Mrs Hudson-Cooper loves to talk to Mrs Golden-Wasser Of her major operations When she had her twins.
Jack : But when Mother comes along She silences the others She accomplished something That is very rare in mothers.
All : MGM has got a Leo But Mama has got a trio She is proud but says three is a crowd
Oh, we do everything alike We look alike We dress alike, we walk alike We talk alike And what is more We hate each other very much We hate our folks We're sick of jokes on what an ... apart.
We eat the same kind of vittles We drink the same kind of bottles We sit in the same kind of high-chair High-chair, high-chair!