So I sat in the attic A piano at my nose And the wind played a dreadful cantata And sore was I from the 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 its refrain
So I stood with a knot in my stomach And I gazed at that terrible sight of two youngsters concealed in a barrel sucking Monkberry moon delight Monkberry moon delight Monkberry moon delight Monkberry moon delight Monkberry moon delight Well, I know my banana is older than the rest And my hair is a tangled beretta And when I leave my pajamas to Billy Budapest and I don't get the gist of your letter
Catch up Cats and kittens Don't get left behind Catch up Cats and kittens Don't get left behind