I hear tell there's a stranger in the Jones household. (Yes siree, yes siree). That's what I'm told. I hear tell there's a new arrival six days old. (Yes siree, yes siree).
Cut my tongue out, I've been caught out. Like a giant juggernaut. Happy hours, golden showers. On a cruise to freak you out. . We could fly a helicopter.
Everywhere I go, I hear sweet songs about the moon. Songs about the stars above and songs of love and June. Songs of hearts that beat as one to some sweet lovers tune.
I'm tired of moon songs of star, and of June songs. They simply make me nap. And ditties romantic, drive me nearly frantic. I think they're all full of pap.
Miss marmelstein! miss marmelstein! miss marmelstein!. Oh, why is it always miss marmelstein?. Miss marmelstein? miss marmelstein?. Other girls get called by their first names right away.
Four little angels of peace are we. Loving our neighbors so peacefully. There's really no harm, if we do not disarm. For we always in close harmony. .
If you don't want to get nervous. Do yourself a great big service. Stay away please far from seventh avenue. You can lose your sense and reason. Guessing what style for next season.
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Up here in the land of the hot-dog stand. The atom bomb and the Good Humor Man. We think our South American neighbors are grand. We love 'em to beat the band.