Elmer Fudd vs. Diwk StwattonFudd: Alwight Stwatton, you wascawwy poet, come out of your gawwet. Stwatton: Ronald, is that you? Fudd: Wonald? I ain't no Wonawd Johnson. You come out of thewe, you, ew, poet. Stwatton: Fudd. Listen. What is up with you animated characters? You look like Porky Pig, but are you human? And what about Goofy? Fudd: Wisten, you, I ain't got all day. Come out of thewe ow I'ww bwast youw bwains out! Stwatton: And what happened to the Tweety bird? Looks like severe radiation to me. That bulbous, fetal head. Fudd: I get union wages. That's aww I know. Awe you coming out ow do I gotta use dynamite? Stwatton: Wisten you, [Insewt opewa wibwetto hewe]
Fudd (Tenor): Out! Out! Out!
The thunder of heaven demands!
Chorus (Sylvester, Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam):
Ooooooooout! Oooooooout! Owooooooooo!
Ooooooooout! Oooooooout! Owooooooooo!
Ooooooooout! Oooooooout! Owooooooooo!
Fudd: The thunder howls
The rainstorm yowls
The north wind prowls
Through evil's jowls
Chorus: Prowling through the jowls
Prowling through the jowls
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Tasmanian Devil (bass): Shut the fuck up you bulbuous little freak!
I'll let you know when next you can speak!
Just one more peep and say goodbye to the beak!
My prognosis for you is astoundingly bleak!
In fact, I'd be surprised if you lasted a week!
Your identity stolen by a 14-year-old-geek!
Credit card charges that will make you shriek!
You'll strain a muscle that's clearly oblique!
A way out of this rhyme scheme I eagerly seek!
Chorus: Alas!
Fudd: Where oh where?
I've looked here and there
but it's nowhere to be found.
Where oh where?
Do you even care?
Listen to the way I sound!
It may not seem like a detriment
But when I sing
When I siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing:
I have no speech impediment.
Chorus: Hey bob-a-ree-bob.
Sis bam boom.
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