Shattering song chattering along.
Birds scatter as the people gathered and the sun barked back the moon.
Grandma was washing the laundry today
And Gramps brushed his teeth with a spoon 
Ohhhh
Shattering song, chattering along.
Old Rob Johnson the (?) he played,
The hamster he sits at the top, 
Came to the surface my nose had been bleeding, 
Our frequencies they took a drop
Ohh shattering song... chattering along
The keenest nose it is often said, 
The tweeker is often the impotent man
Turn turn the butter churn, strike a match and watch it burn
Turn turn the butter churn, strike a match and watch it burn
Turn turn the butter churn, strike a match and watch it burn
Turn turn the butter churn, strike a match and watch it burn
I'll tell you it's the shattering song, just chatter up a storm if you like.
We could go on, and on, heh heh heh
I'll tell 'ya, tell 'ya boy.
Woo Doogie!