spoken

Get

on

your

feet

an'

do

the

Funk-

y

Al-

phon-

zo!

sung

Fa-

ther

Viv-

i-

an

O'-

Bliv-

i-

on,

re-

splend-

ent

in

his

frock,

was

whip-

ping

up

the

bat-

ter

for

the

pan-

cakes

of

his

flock.

He

was

look-

ing

rath-

er

blear-

y.

He

for-

got

to

watch

the

clock

'cause

the

night

be-

fore,

be-

hind

the

door,

a

lep-

re-

chaun

had

stroked,

yes...

The

night

be-

fore,

be-

hind

the

door,

a

lep-

re-

chaun

had

stroked,

he

stroked

it...

The

night

be-

fore,

be-

hind

the

door,

a

lep-

re-

chaun

had

stroked,

his

sma-

ah-

ah,

ah-

ah-

ah,

ah-

ah-

ah,

ah-

ah-

ah,

ah-

ah-

ah,

ah-

ah-

ah,

ahhhhn.

Stroked

his

smock

whch

set

him

off

in

such

a

fren-

zy,

he

sang,

"Lock

a-

round

the

Crock!"

An'

he

topped

it

off

with

a...

spoken

An'

he

topped

it

off

with

a...

An'

he

topped

it

off

with

a...

Woo,

woo,

sung

woo.

Woo,

woo,

woo.

Woo,

woo,

woo.

As

he

stum-

bled

on

his...

H

was

de-

light-

ed

as

it

stiff-

ened

and

ripped

right

through

his

sock!

Oh,

Saint

Al-

phon-

zo

would

be

proud

of

me.

He

shout-

ed

down

the

block...

spoken

Ah,

ha,

ha,

ha,

ha.

Dom-

i-

nos

Vo-

bisque

'em,

Et

come

sung

spear

a

tu-

tu.

Oh!

Won't

you

eat

my

sleaz-

y

pan-

cakes

just

spoken

for

Saint-

ly

Al-

fon-

zo?

They're

so

light

'n

fluff-

y

white.

We'll

raise

a

dor-

tune

by

to-

night.

They're

so

light

'n

fluff-

y

white.

We'll

raise

a

dor-

tune

by

to-

night.

They're

so

light

'n

fluff-

y

brown.

They're

the

fin-

est

in

the

town.

They're

so

light

'n

fluff-

y

brown.

They're

the

fin-

est

in

the

town.

Good

morn-

ing,

your

High-

ness.

Ooo-

ooo-

ooo.

I

brought

you

your

snow-

shoe.

Ooo-

ooo-

ooo.

Good

morn-

ing,

your

High-

ness.

Ooo-

ooo-

ooo.

I

brought

you

your

snow-

shoe.