A!
A-E-I
A-E-I know
I know
A-E-I-O-U
(Oh, you sweet thing)
Yes, A-E, A-E-I
A-E-I-O-U, I owe you nothing
But sometimes
You owe me
You owe me
You owe me-I-E-A-I-E-A! A! A! A!
I'm talkin' to you
When I say
Why do the souls of my old dead dogs still howl at the sirens?
So call the cops
Say call the fire trucks and call the cops
Call the police
There is something walkin' 'round inside my fleece
I've got thick black stuff under my nails
And I think I kinda like the way it smells
There is food pressed against my gums
In a week or two we'll see what it becomes
So I'll shave and look cute
With the sweat from in my boot
And I'll sneeze the snot from my snoot
And I'll wipe it on the sleeve of my suit
A-E-I-O-A-E-I-O-I-O-A-E-I-O-A-E-ooh