Sung to the Oompa Loompa's song
Chumba Wumba gobledy goo
Life isn't fair, it's sad but it's true
Chumba Wumba, gobledy gee
When your poor legs are stiff as a tree
What do you do when you're stuck in a chair?
Finding it hard to go up and down stairs
What do you think of the one you call God?
Isn't his absence slightly odd?
Maybe he's forgotten you
Chumba Wumba, gobledy gorse
Count yourself lucky you're not a horse
They would turn you into dog food
Or to Chumba Wumba gobbledy glue
Joe: I'm glad I'm not taking your stupid tour
I'm a Coors man anyway! Silver Bullet!
Chumba Wumbas: Gobbledy glue
 Hanzo Shikyu · Wed May 04, 2005 @ 02:29am · 0 Comments |
