The Hamburg Tickler Song کے بول

[Dr. Scratchansniff] My penchant for sweets lead me through dark streets I broke into my grandmother's bakery I stuffed my young face with the cookies and cakes Crept back home full of sugar, and shaky At my mother's accusal that I ate the streusel I blamed it on Fritz, our Dalmatian I was thrilled by my lie, but she warned me that I Would be punished for prevarication He wears a striped dress and his hair is a mess And he thinks children's lies are delicious He climbs under your sheets to suck lies from your feets He's from Hamburg, the city of bridges [Yakko, Wakko and Dot] Are you serious? Is that true? [Scratchansniff] Warners, would I lie to you? The Tickler hears your falsehoods And he comes for you at night You want proof? I see you scoff! The Tickler sucks your toes clean off [Yakko, Wakko and Dot] Ah! We're sorry Dr. Scratches, please let us make it right! Here's all the things we ever bought This bed, this skirt, this 12-foot yacht [Yakko] These imitation Beastwipe gloves I swear it's not the Hulk! [Yakko, Wakko and Dot] This Picasso, a baby grand, Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands This twenty-pack of anvils Cheaper if you buy in bulk!