| Lyrics: | He he he he, he he he he,
That's the Woody Woodpecker song.
He he he he, he he he
he,
He's a-pecking it all day long.
He pecks a few holes in a tree to
see
If the redwood's really red.
And it is nothing to him, on the tiniest
whim,
To peck a few holes in your head.
He he he he, he he he he,
That's
the Woody Woodpecker's tune,
Hee hee hee hee, he he he he,
Makes the other
woodpeckers swoon.
Though it doesn't make sense
To the dull and the
dense,
All the lady woodpeckers long for
He he he he, he he he he,
At the
Woody Woodpecker's Song.
Ha ha ha ha, he he he he, ho ho ho ho,
That's the Woody
Woodpecker's Serenade,
Ho ho ho ho, huh huh huh huh, hee hee hee hee
On the
Woodpecker Hit Parade,
Though he can't sing a note,
There's a frog in his
throat,
And his top notes come out blurred,
He's the ladies' first
choice,
With the lap in his voice,
He gives all his rivals the boird.
He he he
he, he he he he, he he he
He'll be a battling ram someday
Ha ha ha ha, hee hee hee
hee, he he he he
He'll be here in a greater way,
For the rest of your life, you'll
be woody and wise,
And the choir will sing along with
Huh huh huh huh, he he he
he, ho ho ho ho,
That's the Woody Wood, the Woody Wood, the Woody Woodpecker's song. |
