Lyrics Strike It While It's Still on My Nose - Down I Go

Strike It While It's Still on My Nose

Summoned to present a baby to the font
Or that’s what I told him
«Just a pinch» I said, but then I took so much more than that
What was she called?
«They named her Topsy.
A true little lady,» she said
«Middle is her name.
A little marvel of a girl,»
Or that’s what I told him
«They've asked for me again, to take a baby to the font,»
So I said
What was she called?
«Groove, they named her
A graceless child.
The bottom of the barrel.»
Butter’s finished, all gone, 'cause I ate it.
Ate th lot
Why’d I have to finish all the butter?
Scoffd it down
What can I do about this pickle?
Maybe I can find a handy scapegoat.
A fall guy
One who would eat all this lovely butter from our tun
I could blame a tiny little fly
Can this far-fetched tale really be true?
Just a little fly?
There the bastard is, let’s get him now!