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)