I smell Nez and
Candy here
Who's green fuzz is
In my chocolate eclair
Who's that throwing
Shortcake
In my direction
Oh Papa this surely
Is your cream
Hangin' round still in the candy store
And I had to go
Throw up
Cause I was thinkin'
Bout all that pez
And there he was
With boots higher than his knee
Yeah there he was
And he's coming after me
I smell Nez and
Candy here
Who's black hair is
In the gravy
Who's that throwing
Jelly beans
In my direction
Papa this surely
is your cream
Yeah
Papa my stomach
Is going gangrene
Yeah
Yeah Papa this must
be your whipped cream