Текст песни There's a Rickety Rackety Shack - Fletcher Henderson

There's a rickety, rackety shack
By a rickety, rockety road
And my pittery, patter heart keeps crying
I'm just dying to be lying
In a jiggety, jaggety nook
By a pebbly, webbly brook
Can you picture me happily
Spending hours with a bickery, tackery book?

Now I hear oh-de-oh, oh-de-oh
What is that familiar strain?
Oh, I know! Oh, I know!
Mother calling me again

I'm gonna flippety, floppety back
Like a hippety, hoppety toad
To my rickety, rackety shack
By a rickety, rockety road