Lyrics P** P* B**** B** D****** - Flanders , Swann

Ma's out, Pa's out, let's talk rude:
Pee! Po! Belly! Bum! Drawers!
Dance in the garden in the nude!
Pee! Po! Belly! Bum! Drawers!
Let's write rude words all down our street,
Stick out our tongues at the people we meet;
Let's have an intellectual treat!
Pee! Po! Belly! Bum! Drawers!
Sunday again on CBC,
Pee! Po! Belly! Bum! Drawers!
And Norman Mailer is coming to tea:
Pee! Po! Belly! Bum! Pants!
Alan Ginsberg reads on and on,
But we're having a happening when he's gone:
Come to the party in the john!
Pee! Po! Belly! Bum! Drawers!
Business is planning a double bill,
Pee! Po! Belly! Bum! Drawers!
Christopher Robin meets Fanny Hill:
Pooh bear! Belly! Bum! Drawers!
On stage and screen we can all work hard,
Throwing toilet rolls in our own back yard!
Who's afraid of the avant-garde?
Pee-pee! Po-po! Belly-belly! Bum-bum!
Pee! Po! Belly! Bum! Drawers!
What gets the prizes, and wins awards?
Pee! Po! Belly! Bum! Drawers!
What did Prince Philip tell the Lords?
Well never mind that!
At Oxford and Cambridge and Yale and all,
And at Berkely they really have a ball;
'Cause the higher the brow, the harder they fall
For Belly-belly! Bum-bum! Potty-potty! Bum!
Pee! Po! Belly-belly! Bum-bum!
Pee! Po! Belly! Bum! Drawers!