I have a sweater on today
Tralee, tralah, traloo, tralay,
I have a sweater on today
Tralee, tralah, traloo, tralay,
With my slippers and my robe,
And the cocoa's steaming hot,
While the air outside is not,
Tralee, tralah, traloo, tralay,
Must be Fall,
Hooray!
Tralee, tralah, traloo, tralay,
I have a sweater on today
Tralee, tralah, traloo, tralay,
With my slippers and my robe,
And the cocoa's steaming hot,
While the air outside is not,
Tralee, tralah, traloo, tralay,
Must be Fall,
Hooray!
Oh no,
THERE'S A BUG!
Quick
Where is it?
Ah, under the rug
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Although, I may feel
Some slight regret
There is a twinkle in my eye
As I confess
That I am a mass murderer
. . .
of bugs
THERE'S A BUG!
Quick
Where is it?
Ah, under the rug
Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!
Although, I may feel
Some slight regret
There is a twinkle in my eye
As I confess
That I am a mass murderer
. . .
of bugs
Pass the turkey
Pass the plums
Pass the yams
The big fat ones
Pass the taters with brown gravy
Pass the peas and pudding hot
Pass the stuffing, both kinds, why not
Pass the salad fruit and jello
Pass the olives and the pickles
and the eggs and that there
and those here
Now
Pass the Tums
Pass the plums
Pass the yams
The big fat ones
Pass the taters with brown gravy
Pass the peas and pudding hot
Pass the stuffing, both kinds, why not
Pass the salad fruit and jello
Pass the olives and the pickles
and the eggs and that there
and those here
Now
Pass the Tums
