Doo-da-do-da-do
Doo-da-do-da-do
I've got troubles with my mother;
I've got troubles with my wife;
I've got an apple fritter -
Slit my stomach open. A hole.
[Chorus:]
Whole lotta love
Whole lotta love
Pus Pus Pus Pus
Whole lotta love
Whole lotta love
John McClintoff
Doo-da-do-da-do
Doo-da-do-da-do
Slip on my ice;
Slip on my slide;
Who is that rectangular man?
Fifteen men don't make a football team.
(Chorus) (x2)
Who is that
Rectangular man...(fading)