Muttley, you snickering, floppy-eared hound
When courage is needed, you're never around
Those medals you wear on your moth-eaten chest
Should be there for bungling, at which you are best

So stop the pigeon
Stop the pigeon
Stop the pigeon
Stop the pigeon
Stop the pigeon
Stop the pigeon
Stop the pigeon
Howww?

Nab him
Jab him
Tab him
Grab him
Stop that pigeon now!

You, Zilly, stop sneaking, it's not worth the chance
For you'll be returned by the seat of your pants
And, Clunk, you invent me a thingamabob
That catches that pigeon, or I lose my job

So stop the pigeon
Stop the pigeon
Stop the pigeon
Stop the pigeon
Stop the pigeon
Stop the pigeon
Stop the pigeon
Howww?
Nab him
Jab him
Tab him
Grab him
Stop that pigeon now!