Eight, six, seven, five, three (oh!) nine

[Screaming]

[Scat Singing] [All Star Whistle]

Eight, six, seven, five, three (oh!) nine

Isn't it great
That I articulate?
Isn't it grand
That you can understand

I don't grunt, I don't oink
I don't even squeak or squawk
If I wanna say a something
I open up and talk
[GOODBYE!]

[Scat Singing]

Eight

[Drum Break]

I'm pop with perspicacity
I'm loaded with loquacity
My vocalized veracity is tops
Grammatically each pit of me is the verbalized epitome
My plethora of patter never stops
(Eight, six, seven, five, three (oh!) nine)
[Scat Singing] [All Star Whistle]

Cheers!