Well you're acing and you're aging
And you're aching and you're airing
And you're being and you're boying
And you're doing and you're dying
And you're reeking and you're eyeing
And you're acting and you're adding
And you're aiming and you're airing
And you're entering a hyphen
And you're arming and you're awning
And you're baking and you're bailing
And you're banking and you're biting
And you're boring and you're falling
And you're falling off a wall
And the wall is in a ceiling
Ceiling and digging and digging
And ... cake
She's eating what she's finding and growing
She's hearing what she's imping and jousting
She's napping while she's offing and pounding
While starving what she's toasting
Booing at the people
In the row above the first
And when you look into the spine
You find a face that is the worst
And it's a phone inside a cup
Inside a box on top of Steve
And if you try to make some sense
You eat a bowl of hairy cheese
And when you look inside the wall
To find the in-su-la-ti-on
You find a pocket of hot air
And forty little men named Juan
And this hasn't been a very very
Good trip at all
In fact it's almost over
Thank god for Monte Hall
Your phonebook is on top of a mountain
I like to visit family and friends
Let's go and watch a movie tomorrow
Have you seen my new TV?
Face inside a fist
Inside a little piece of air
And it's a jam inside a face
Inside a plate of lumpy chair
Albert rolling sideways
While he tries to say hello
And a frog has eaten cockroach
When a screw has fallen low
Birds are eating haddock
And I'd like to eat some too
And uh... have you eaten haddock?
It's pretty good for you
I can see a bee and now
We like to keep our shoelaces untied
And sit on top of chairs with harsh bends
I tried to build a cabbage from lettuce
And now this song will end