Lyrics:

Mamma come runnin'
Daddy come quick
I think I swallowed something
It's making me sick
I don't know what it is
But it isn't sitting well with me
Don't you either one
Try to tell me it's supposed to be

What I got cookin'
Teacher come look
I think I'm on to something
That isn't in the book
I don't know what it is
But that doesn't mean it isn't true
When you write it in your paper
Would you let me have some credit too

I'm having a time
Trying to get it
Don't want to let it
Get to me
I'm gonna be fine
You can bet it
Just don't try to show me nothin' I don't want to see

Got my hands in my pockets
My head in the clouds
I haven't done nothin'
For cryin' out loud
I haven't done nothin'
You'd ever want to call a crime
Before I get started
I get noticed in the nick o' time

I brush my teeth with soda and salt
If anything's missing
It isn't my fault
If anything's missing
I wish you'd look the other way
I don't want any trouble
So I guess I'll do just like you say