Well bug bite daddy, I'm a hostage of a son of a gun
Well, I'm three-bit cat from across the tracks
I make up with rocking what looks I lack
I got bats in my belfry, bugs in my brain
Well, I'm a real rocking daddy but I got a bad name
B, b, b, b bug bite daddy
Bug bite daddy
Bug bite daddy I'm a hostage of a son of a gun
Kill that bug
Owww!
Well, I'm red and lumpy going scratch, scratch, scratch
Who knows what will happen when the eggs do hatch?
Cecil B. DeMille's got nothing on me
'Cause I got a cast of thousands for company