So I sat in the attic, A piano up my nose, And the wind played a dreadful cantata (cantata, cantata).
Sore was I from the crack of an enemy´s hose, And the horrible sound of tomato (tomato, tomato).
Ketchup! (ketchup) Soup and puree (Soup and puree), Don´t get left behind (get left behind) Ketchup (ketchup) Soup and puree (Soup and puree), Don´t get left behind (get left behind, get left behind, get left behind)...
When a rattle of rats had awoken, The sinews, the nerves, and the veins. My piano was boldly outspoken, in attempts to repeat its refrain.
So I stood with a knot in my stomach,
And I gazed at that terrible sight Of two youngsters concealed in a barrel, Sucking monkberry moon delight.
Well, I know my banana is older than the rest, And my hair is a tangled beretta. When I leave my pajamas to Billy Budapest, And I don´t get the gist of your letter (your letter, your letter...).
Catch up! (catch up), Cats and kittens (cats and kittens), Don´t get left behind (get left behind)
Catch up! (catch up), Cats and kittens (cats and kittens), Don´t get left behind (get left behind, get left behind, get left behind)...