A silly song is silly sung Upidee, upida The words are weird The rhyme is wrong Upidee-a-da If you don't like it that's okay 'Cause we will sing it anyway Upidee-a-dee-a-da Upidee, upida Upidee-a-dee-a-da Upidee-a-da Upidee-a-dee-a-da Upidee, upida Upidee-a-dee-a-da Upidee-a-da Your foot is in my pumpkin pie Upidee, upida Underwear with ham on rye Upidee-a-da Chicken lips and silly things We're unemployed so let's all sing Upidee-a-dee-a-da Upidee, upida Upidee-a-dee-a-da Upidee-a-da Upidee-a-dee-a-da Upidee, upida Upidee-a-dee-a-da Upidee-a-da If all the maidens said sha-boom Upidee, upida My belly bu*ton left the room Upidee-a-da The northern mills can fix me stray But we are fools so what the hey Upidee-a-dee-a-da Upidee, upida Upidee-a-dee-a-da Upidee-a-da Upidee-a-dee-a-da Upidee, upida Upidee-a-dee-a-da Upidee-a-da