| Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
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| Oh, that’s the Woody Woodpecker song
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| Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
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| Yeah, he’s a-peckin' it all day long
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| He pecks a few holes in a tree to see
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| If a redwood’s really red
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| And it’s nothing to him, on the tiniest whim
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| To peck a few holes in your head
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| Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
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| Oh, that’s the Woody Woodpecker’s tune
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| Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
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| Makes the other woodpeckers swoon
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| Though it doesn’t make sense to the dull and the dense
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| And the lady woodpeckers long for
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| Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
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| That’s the Woody Woodpecker song
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| Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
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| Woody Woodpecker’s serenade
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| Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
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| On the woodpecker hit parade
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| Though he can’t sing a note, there’s a frog in his throat
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| All his top notes come out blurred
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| He’s the ladies' first choice, with a laugh in his voice
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| He gives all his rivals the bird
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| Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
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| He’ll be settlin' down some day
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| Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
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| He’ll be hearin' the preacher say
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| For the rest of your life, you’ll be woody and wife
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| And the choir will sing along with
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| Ho-ho-ho ho ho, ho-ho-ho ho ho
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| The Woody Woodpecker song |