Tori Amos - Mr. Zebra Lyrics

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, furry muscles marching on
She thinks she's Kaiser Wilhelm
Or a civilized syllabub to blow your mind

Figure it out
She, she's a good time fella
She got a little fund to fight
For Moneypenny's rights

Figure it out
She, she's a good time fella
Too bad the burial was premature
She said and smiled