Woody Woodpecker Song - Frank Sinatra

He he he he, he he he he,



That's the Woody Woodpecker song.



He he he he, he he he he,



He's a-pecking it all day long.



He pecks a few holes in a tree to see



If the redwood's really red.



And it is nothing to him, on the tiniest whim,



To peck a few holes in your head.



He he he he, he he he he,



That's the Woody Woodpecker's tune,



Hee hee hee hee, he he he he,



Makes the other woodpeckers swoon.



Though it doesn't make sense



To the dull and the dense,



All the lady woodpeckers long for



He he he he, he he he he,



At the Woody Woodpecker's Song.

Ha ha ha ha, he he he he, ho ho ho ho,



That's the Woody Woodpecker's Serenade,



Ho ho ho ho, huh huh huh huh, hee hee hee hee



On the Woodpecker Hit Parade,



Though he can't sing a note,



There's a frog in his throat,



And his top notes come out blurred,



He's the ladies' first choice,



With the lap in his voice,



He gives all his rivals the boird.

He he he he, he he he he, he he he



He'll be a battling ram someday



Ha ha ha ha, hee hee hee hee, he he he he



He'll be here in a greater way,



For the rest of your life, you'll be woody and wise,



And the choir will sing along with



Huh huh huh huh, he he he he, ho ho ho ho,



That's the Woody Wood, the Woody Wood, the Woody Woodpecker's song.

He he he he, he he he he he,



C'est la chanson de Woody Woodpecker.



He he he he, he he he he he,



Il le picore toute la journée.



Il picore quelques trous dans un arbre pour voir



Si le séquoia est vraiment rouge.



Et ce n'est rien pour lui, sur le moindre caprice,



Pour picorer quelques trous dans votre tête.



He he he he, he he he he he,



C'est l'air de Woody Woodpecker,



Hee hee hee hee, he he he he he,



Fait pâlir les autres pics.



Même si cela n'a pas de sens



Au terne et au dense,



Tous les pics de dame aspirent à \u003cbr />


He he he he, he he he he he,



Au chant du Woody Woodpecker.

Ha ha ha ha, he he he he, ho ho ho ho,



C'est la sérénade du Pic Woody,



Ho ho ho ho, huh huh huh huh, hee hee hee hee



Lors de la parade des pics,



Bien qu'il ne puisse pas chanter une note,



Il y a une grenouille dans sa gorge,



Et ses notes de tête sortent floues,



Il est le premier choix des dames,



Avec le tour dans sa voix,



Il donne à tous ses rivaux le boird.

Il, il, il, il, il, il, il, il, il



Il sera un bélier combattant un jour



Ha ha ha ha, hee hee hee hee, he he he he



Il sera ici d'une manière plus grande,



Pour le reste de votre vie, vous serez boisé et sage,



Et le ch?ur chantera avec



Huh huh huh huh, he he he he he, ho ho ho ho,



C'est le Woody Wood, le Woody Wood, la chanson de Woody Woodpecker.