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And with this little next number
I want to introduce to you
A phenomenon called chip chip chip choree
Which simply means: I love you madly
Uno, dos, tres
We' Shu-bi-dua
And we are stupid
We play badly
And know Krumme
We make commercials
And our ladies
Are just as old
And just as angry
Like our rubber shoes
Up in the tree stands a blackbird
And it whistles happily to me
But it only rhymes with color
That's why it flies its way
We' Shu-bi-dua
And we're bad
When we're out playing
Is there no one at home
We play halls
And widow balls
Where they're so old
And just as sad
Like our rubber shoes
Back by the bush stands a blotter
And she smiles happily at me
And then she shows her putter
And then I run my way
We' Shu-bi- dua. sure
Like our rubber shoes
We' Shu-bi-dua
And we're smart
There's zero tickets through Arte
We have big tummies and hair in scrunchies
When we take breaks, we get stuck in something
These are our rubber shoes