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Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho |
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Oh, that's the Woody Woodpecker song |
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Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho |
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Yeah, he's a-peckin' it all day long |
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He pecks a few holes in a tree to see |
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If a redwood's really red |
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And it's nothing to him, on the tiniest whim |
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To peck a few holes in your head |
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Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho |
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Oh, that's the Woody Woodpecker's tune |
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Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho |
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Makes the other woodpeckers swoon |
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Though it doesn't make sense to the dull and the dense |
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And the lady woodpeckers long for |
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Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho |
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That's the Woody Woodpecker song |
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Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho |
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Woody Woodpecker's serenade |
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Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho |
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On the woodpecker hit parade |
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Though he can't sing a note, there's a frog in his throat |
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All his top notes come out blurred |
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He's the ladies' first choice, with a laugh in his voice |
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He gives all his rivals the bird |
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Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho |
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He'll be settlin' down some day |
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Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho |
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He'll be hearin' the preacher say |
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For the rest of your life, you'll be woody and wife |
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And the choir will sing along with |
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Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho |
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The Woody Woodpecker song |
