T,M,B
I'm Just A Little Thingy-Ma-Bob
I'm just a little thingy-ma-bob
I don't mean to cause you harm
but when I'm spotted as a thingy-ma-bob
off goes that alarm.
EEK ARH! Help me da there's a thingy-ma-bob in my bed.
Get it, kill it throw it out and da make sure it's dead.
Ah why that poor thingy-ma-bob, well he won't do no harm.
That's what her da was saying as I crawl upon his arm.
He says, I'll put him in the garden in the apple tree.
I thank her da for helping to save and set me free.
Cause if she had her way when she found me on her bed
I would not be a free thingy-ma-bob, I know that I'd be dead.
Thanks da.
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