| his hair is red his eyes are green
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| he’s like a person that you’ve never seen
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| he’ll sing and dance he’s been to France
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| but he doesn’t seem to stand a chance
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| that’s when I saw
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| howdy doody in the woodshed (going down on buffalo bob)
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| howdy doody in the woodshed (going down on buffalo bob)
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| howdy doody in the woodshed (going down on buffalo bob)
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| the woodshed
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| a smarter man would never plan
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| to have so many splinters in his hand
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| and Clarabelle would never tell
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| coz he’s afraid that he might go to jail
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| well what became of big bird
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| i know it’s gonna sound rather absurd
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| they found some yellow feathers and some other debris
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| just underneath the peanut gallery
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| ask Mortimer’s nerd ask Charlie McCarthy
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| even Oscar the grouch has seen his casting couch
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| that’s when he caught a whiff of knucklehead smiff
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| and curse his job he works with bob
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| coz he was swinging from an old corn cob
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| and that’s the thing bob pulls the strings
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| so you know it when you hear me sing
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| howdy doody howdy doody
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| howdy doody in the woodshed |