Mr. Zebra - Tori Amos

Hello, Mr. Zebra

Can I have your sweater?

'Cause it’s cold, cold, cold

In my hole, hole, hole

Ratatouille Strychnine

Sometimes she’s a friend of mine

With a gigantic whirlpool

That will blow your mind

Hello, Mr. Zebra

Ran into some confusion with a Mrs. Crocodile -dile -dile

Furry mussels marching on

She thinks she’s Kaiser Wilhelm

Or a civilised syllabub

To blow your mind

Figure it out, she, she’s a goodtime fellow

She got a little fund to fight for Moneypenny’s rights

Figure it out, she, she’s a goodtime fellow

«Too bad the burial was premature,» she said and smiled