Uno, due, tre, quattro.

All night,
Saw its, carves it:
Makes pal.

Gepetto's pet goes. . .
Solo, no mo' dog.
Works night to morn
On a wooden log.

Woody buddy, woody buddy,
Woody buddy, woody buddy,
Woody buddy.

So, Pinocchio,
What's under your pants?
Have you been a-fibbin'
Or thinkin' romance?

Woody, buddy; woody, buddy;
Woody, buddy; woody, buddy;
Woody, buddy!

"Watch it," says the cricket,
"No matches, no fibs!"

[woodwind solo]

Pinocchio knows
What he wants to do.
Tells the auto seller:
"Classic '52

Woody, buddy; woody, buddy;
Woody, buddy; woody, buddy;
Woody, buddy."

He bought it, he bought it!