Letras de Mr. Zebra

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

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 civilized syllabub
To blow your mind

Figure it out, she, she's a good time fellow
She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny′s rights
Figure it out, she, she′s a good time fellow
Too bad the burial was premature, she said and smiled