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Yummy, yummy, rumbly tummy.
I'm in the mood, For some funny tummy food,
(He's in the mood, For some funny tummy food).
I'd start with a slice of onion ice,
And then I'd bake, A broccoli cake.
And next I'd try, yoghurt pie.
And finish it off'ee, With some toffee coffee.
'Cause I'm in the mood,
For some funny tummy,
Yummy tummy food.
I'm in the mood,
For some funny tummy food,
(Tamba's in the mood,
For some funny tummy food).
I'd like some smiley faces,
And chocolate laces,
With custard stew,
And jelly that's blue.
And tuna ice cream,
And marmalade beans,
And cheese that's mixed,
With raisins and peas.
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'Cause I'm in the mood,
For some funny tummy,
Yummy tummy food.
I'm in the mood,
For some funny tummy food,
(She's in the mood,
For some funny tummy food).
I'd like a turkey muffin,
With raspberry stuffing,
And strawberry sauce,
With bacon of course.
And fish cakes with jam,
With double cream and ham.
And if my tum still rumbles,
I'll have a cabbage crumble.
'Cause I'm in the mood,
For some funny tummy,
Yummy tummy food.
We're all in the mood,
For some funny tummy,
Yummy tummy food! |
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