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“Lyrics to me, when they become references so that Mr. Zebra can be who you want it to be, although you know that there are certain clear words – Strychnine, sometimes she’s a friend of mine. And you get a sense of the characters, of who they are. And I’m sure the person, women that you know that ar...
[Verse 1]
Hello, Mr. Zebra
Can I have your sweater?
'Cause it’s cold, cold, cold in my hole, hole, hole
Ratatouille strychnine
Sometimes she’s a friend of mine
With a gigantic whirlpool that will blow your mind
[Verse 2]
Hello, Mr. Zebra
Ran into some confusion
With a Mrs. Crocodile-dile-dile
Furry mussels marching on
She thinks she’s Kaiser Wilhelm
Or a civilised syllabub to blow your mind
[Outro]
Figure it out, she, she’s a good-time fella
She got a little fund to fight
For Moneypenny’s rights
Figure it out, she, she's a good-time fella
"Too bad the burial was premature," she said and smiled