Well how do you keep a moron, in wighat suspense? I'll tell you that later, but first I'll tell you this
Well now Willy tore his hair out and Sally grew a beard Vince went apeshit and cut off his ears Ruby went to town, completely upside-down Sally spilled some powder and had a tantrum in her gown
Well my mama had twin babies on one sweet summer day She beat one in the head and I'm the one the got away Protected by my wighat and my Fredrick Snakeskin pants I rode my horse to Hollywood and did a wondrous dance
Well my granny jumping catfish, do the limbo on my face But no one seems to notice when my wighat is in place My wighat lifts me higher than I've ever been before You can go buy yours at a better wighat store
Just ask for who, who, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo who
Well they wear them in exotica when they get the blues They garner down the best when worn with magic shoes In the heart of the wighat that brought me to place They're just the very thing that very fashion ring
Well I trained a dinosaur for the prehistoric stage But the discovery of the wighat, is what they need arranged Now some things come and some things have gone But wighat's are forever, they just go on and on and on
Now who, who, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, who
But I can still hear mamma calling, "˜Junior get home' "˜What's that on your dome?' It's the call of the wighat, it's a morally taboo When they're forever suffering, the old cockadoo
Yeah who, brrrrrrrr who hoo, hoo, who Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, ha, ha, ha Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, ha, ha, ha Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, ha, ha, ha Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, ha, ha, ha Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, ha, ha, ha