Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

The Lyrics To The Eleven Without Research

No more time to tell how
This is the season of what-what
NOOOOOW is the dance of the leaf-things
Poor badoodle poor badoodle oh-way-oh

Eight-sided whispering hallelujah hatracks
Seven something doing something drugs and something
Six six six six six six six
FIIIIIVE GOLDEN RINGS
Now is the taste of the boomerang
Four proud walking walkers walking
Then there’s a whale
Sleeping in a corner
Yabba-doo yabba-day!

2 Comments

  1. Love that song & lyric — I think you missed the jinglebell rainbow, sadly. A classic line that I always wait for. Didn’t it just suck, though, when post-Jerry incarnations stopped interwining the counting lyrics — they almost made sense then…

  2. This is the Phosh version, I think.

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