Scatman
I'm not what I seem, scooby-
doo-wah. In my long sulk, I have
suffered an eurosis, but
now I have come out
spouting, a-voodoo-dooby.
I can hold myself in no longer:
what hot guff
stuffs my tongue, hobby-booby-
babbledy-boo! I shuffle
my hush-puppies, I'm
fat with scat. I blow my own
trumpery, fol-de-rol. I'm ooby-
da-jooby, I cut the crap.
Europe, I'm an ex-pro, I say
No. I'm the man. Hooby
-hep. Do the side-step,
I'm going back where I never
came from. Trust my trooby-
blues. I'm Scatman, brothers -
huffle-puffle, jazz like the others.
