Lyrics:

Thirty days have Septober,
April, June and Nowonder,
All the rest have peanut butter
All except my dear grandmother

She had a little red tricycle
I stole it hahahaha

I am in love with my little red tricycle
It has pedals, and a seat that has springs
And wheels that have spokes
That don't speak 'til they're spoken to
And a little bell that I can ring
See? See?

Thirty days have Septober,
April, June and Nowonder,
All the rest have peanut butter
All except my dear grandmother

She had a little red tricycle
It's mine now hahahahahaha

When I am riding my little red tricycle
Why do people always stop and ask me,
'Why must you ride on that little red tricycle
At your age, you know you're forty-three?'

I didn't really steal the tricycle from my grandmother
It followed me home