Nanook Rubs It

Well right about that time, people

A fur trapper

Who was strictly from commercial

(Strictly Commershil)

Had the unmedicated audacity

To jump up from behind my igloo

(Peek-a-Boo Woo-ooo-ooo)

And he started in to whippin'

On my fav'rite baby seal

With a lead-filled snow shoe . . .

I said:

With a lead (LEAD)

Filled (LEAD-FILLED)

A lead-filled snow shoe (SNOW SHOE)

He said Peak-a-boo (PEEK-A-BOO)

With a lead (LEAD)

Filled (LEAD-FILLED)

A lead-filled snow shoe (SNOW SHOE)

He said Peak-a-boo (PEEK-A-BOO)

He went right up

Side the head of my favorite baby seal

He went WHAP!

With a lead-filled snow shoe

An' he hit him on the nose

'n he hit him on the fin 'n he…

That got me just about as evil

As an Eskimo boy can be...

So I bent down 'n I reached down 'n I scooped down

An' I gathered up a generous mitten full

of the deadly . . .

YELLOW SNOW

The deadly Yellow Snow

From right there where the huskies go

Whereupon I proceeded to take that mitten full

Of the deadly Yellow Snow Crystals

And rub it all into his beady little eyes

With a vigorous circular motion

Hitherto unknown to the people on this area

But destined to take the place of THE MUD SHARK

In your mythology

Here it goes now . . .

THE CIRCULAR MOTION . . . (rub it) . . .

(Here Fido . . . Here Fido)

And then, in a fit of anger, I . . .

I pounced

And I pounced again

GREAT GOOGLY-MOOGLY

I jumped up 'n down on the chest of the . . .

I injured the fur trapper

Well, he was very upset,

As you can understand

And rightly so

Because

The deadly Yellow Snow Crystals

Had deprived him of his sight

And he stood up

And he looked around

And he said:

I CAN'T SEE

(DO . . . DO DO-DO DO DO DO . . . YEAH!)

I CAN'T SEE

(DO . . . DO DO-DO DO DO DO . . . YEAH!)

OH WOE IS ME

(DO . . . DO DO-DO DO DO DO . . . YEAH!)

I CAN'T SEE

(DO . . . DO DO-DO DO DO DO . . . WELL!)

NO NO

I CAN'T SEE

NO . . . I . . .

He took a dog-doo sno-cone

An' stuffed it in my right eye

He took a dog-doo sno-cone

An' stuffed it in my other eye

An' the huskie wee-wee

I mean the doggie wee-wee

Has blinded me

An' I can't see

Temporarily

Well the fur trapper stood there

With his arms outstretched

Across the frozen white wasteland

Trying to figure out what he's gonna do

About his deflected eyes

And it was at that precise moment

That he remembered

An ancient Eskimo legend

Wherein it is written

On whatever it is that they write it on up there

That if anything bad ever happens to your eyes

As a result of some sort of conflict

With anyone named Nanook

The only way you can get it fixed up

Is to go trudgin' across the tundra...

Mile after mile

Trudgin' across the tundra...

Right down to the parish of Saint Alfonzo...