So i sat in the attic, a piano up my nose, And the wind played a dreadful cantata. Sore was i from a crack of an enemy's hose And the horrible sound of tomato.
Ketchup, Soup and puree, Don't get left behind. Ketchup, Soup and puree, Don't get left behind.
When a rattle of rats had awoken The sinews, the nerves and the veins. My piano was boldly outspoken In attempts to repeat this refrain.
So i stood with a knot in my stomach, And i gazed at that terrible sight, Of two young sters concealed in a barrel, Suckin' monkberry moon delight, ho! Monkberry moon delight, Monkberry moon delight, Monkberry moon delight, Monkberry moon delight.
Oh - Oh-oh, oh-oh.
Well, i know my banana is older than the rest And my hair is a tangled beretta. (beretta, beretta) But i leave my pyjamas to billy budapest, And i don't get the gist of your letter.
Catch up, Catch some kittens, Don't get left behind. Catch up, Catch kittens, Don't get left behind.