Well, right about that time, peopleA fur trapper who was strictly from commercial(Strictly commercial)Had the unmitigated audacity to jump up from behind my igloo(Peek-a-boo, whoo-ooh-ooh)And he started in to whippin' on my favorite baby sealWith a lead-filled snow shoe
I said with a lead (lead)Filled (lead-filled)A lead-filled snow shoe (snow shoe)He said "Peek-a-boo" (peek-a-boo)With a lead (lead)Filled (lead-filled)With a lead-filled snow shoe (snow shoe)He said "Peek-a-boo" (peek-a-boo)
He went right up side the head of my favourite baby sealHe went whap with a lead-filled snow shoeAnd he hit him on the nose and he hit him on fin and he -
That got me just about as evil as an Eskimo boy can beSo I bent down and I reached down and I scooped downAnd I gathered up a generous mitten full of the deadly (yellow snow)The deadly yellow snow from right there where the huskies go
Whereupon I proceeded to take that mittenful of the deadly yellow snow crystalsAnd rub it all into his beady little eyes with a vigorous circular motionHitherto unknown to the people in this areaBut destined to take the place of the mud shark in your mythologyHere it goes now, the circular motion, rub it(Here Fido, here Fido)
And then, in a fit of anger, I, I pouncedAnd I pounced againGreat googly-mooglyI jumped up and down the chest of theI injured the fur trapper
Well, he was very upset, as you can understandAnd rightly so, because the deadly yellow snow crystalsHad deprived him of his sightAnd he stood up and he looked aroundAnd he said, "I can't see" (do, do do-do do do-do, yeah)"I can't see" (do, do do-do do do-do, yeah)"Oh, woe is me" (do, do do-do do do-do, yeah)"I can't see" (do, do do-do do do-do, well)
No, noI can't seeNo, I
He took a dog-doo sno-cone and stuffed it in my right eyeHe took a dog-doo sno-cone and stuffed it in my other eyeAnd the huskie wee-wee, I mean the doggie wee-wee, has blinded meAnd I can't seeTemporarily
Well, the fur trapper stood thereWith his arms outstretchedAcross the frozen white wastelandTrying to figure out what he's gonna do about his deflicted eyesAnd it was at that precise moment that he remembered an ancient Eskimo legendWherein it is written and whatever it is that they write it on up there
That if anything bad ever happens to your eyesAs a result of some sort of conflict with anyone named NanookThe only way you can get it fixed upIs to go trudgin' across the tundra, mile after mileTrudgin' across the tundraRight down to the parish of Saint Alfonzo